I don't write poetry, myself, but found a few I'd like to share.
My job is to assist God's creatures,
I was born with the need to fulfill their needs.
I take in new family members without plan, thought or selection.
I have bought dog food with my last dime;
I have patted a mangy head with a bare hand;
I have hugged someone vicious and afraid;
I have fallen in love a thousand times;
and I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body.
I have Animal Friends and friends who have animal friends;
I dont often use the word "pet".
I notice those lost at the road side
And my heart aches.
I will hand raise a field mouse
And make friends with a vulture;
I know of no creature unworthy of my time.
I want to live forever if there arent animals in Heaven.
But I believe there are;
Why would God make something so perfect and leave it behind?
We may be master of the animals,
But the animals have mastered themselves;
Something people still haven't learned.
War and Abuse makes me hurt for the world,
But a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind.
We are a quiet but determined army,
And making a difference every day.
There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan;
nothing more rewarding than saving a life;
No higher recognition than watching them thrive.
There is no greater joy than seeing a baby play
who only days ago, was too weak to eat.
I am an Animal Rescuer.
My work is never done...
My home is never quiet...
My wallet is always empty...
But my heart is always full.
In the game of life, we have already won.
-Annette King Tucker
A Rider's Prayer
Dearest Creator in Heaven,
Give me strength to guide my horse,
Make my hands soft and my head clear,
Let my horse understand me and I him.
My heart you have blessed with a special love of these animals.
Let me never lose sight of it.
My soul you have gifted with a deep need for them.
Let that need never lessen.
Always let my breath catch as the sun gleams on an elegant head.
Always may my throat tighten at the sound of a gentle nicker.
Let the scent of fresh hay and a new bag of grain be sweet to me.
Let the touch of a warm nose on my hand always bring me a smile.
I adore the joy of a warm day on the farm.
The grace and splendor of a running horse,
The thunder of its hooves makes my eyes burn and my heart soar.
Let it always be so.
Dearest Creator grant me patience,
For horses are harnessed wind, and wind can be flighty.
Let me not frighten or harm them.
Instead show me ways to understand them.
Above all, dear Creator, fill my life with them.
When I pass from this world,
Send my soul to no heaven without them.
For this love you have given me graces my existence
And I shall cherish it and praise You for it for all time.
Author Unknown
And a funny:
The Trans Am is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
It maketh me burnout on black pavements;
It leadeth be beside busy freeways;
It restoreth my soul.
It leads me in the path of quickness for its' names sake.
Yea though I walk through the valley of rice, I shall fear no turbo, for Torque art with me;
Thy rod and thy piston, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a track for me
in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou hast annointed my bearings with oil;
My car overpowers.
Surely traction and victory shall follow me
all the days of my life,
And I shall dwell in the house of the V8, Forever.