The Yard
The
little Lhasa sits and waits,
The
mighty wind does blow,
The
leaves are tossed around the yard,
For
hours, heaven knows.
The
little Lhasa watches
For her
master soon to come,
Every new
unwanted one.
She listens
and she watches,
Never
letting down her guard,
Checking
every nook and cranny
In the
ever moving yard.
Author:
Karen Whitty
The
Puppy
Born at
six ounces looking so sweet,
Born with
two eyes two ears and four feet,
Growing
like wild flowers out in the field,
Learning
each day bout the world and its feel.
By four
weeks it’s moving around on all fours,
Searching
each corner, the den and much more.
By six it
is eating mashed food that is warm,
Yet still
counting on mommy to keep it from harm.
By eight
it is steady on all four little paws,
Its
jumping and playing, and using its claws.
By ten it
is time to be moving along,
To a
loving new family, where it soon will belong.
Leaving
its mother, playmates and kin,
To start a new life with its family of friends.
Author: Karen Whitty
Bred to
be loyal,
Loving
and giving,
They add
so much,
To our
daily living.
Black
marble eyes,
And a
coal black nose,
Bright
pink tongue,
And a
heart of gold,
Long
flowing coat,
The reaches
for the ground,
And more
than enough,
Love to
go around.
Prancing
about,
Like
they’re on parade,
The most
precious dogs,
That were
ever made.
Author:
Karen Whitty
Lhasa
With hair
so long and flowing,
Blowing
gently in the wind,
The Lhasa
runs and plays around,
And
sometimes stops and spins.
It’s fun
to watch our Lhasas,
Playing
freely in the yard,
And to
know that they’ll protect us,
For their
forever on their guard.
They have
come from great beginnings,
Traveling
to us from Tibet.
Where the
wind blows cold and lonely,
And they
were very honored pets.
Never
sold but always given,
To
special people to the lama,
They were
treasured and yes pampered,
Precious
little ones from Lhasa.
So take
care and love our Lhasas,
Treat
them with respect and love,
Don’t
abuse them or misuse them,
They were
sent from up above.
Author:
Karen Whitty