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Poem About a Dog by Peter Menkin

Friday, August 11, 2006


My friend’s Guide Dog is retiring: a poem-like statement called “Poem about a Dog”…

Jan has a Guide Dog that is now 11-1/2 years old; time for retirement for Christmas, the dog. This is a poem about the Guide Dog, but more a poem-like statement. I am sure there are better poem type poems, though I think you as a reader of this blog will enjoy this one.

Jan gets a new dog this weekend, a young one about 22 months. Guide Dogs for the Blind is located on their campus in San Rafael, California. That is North of San Francisco across the Golden Gate Bridge. To get a dog, one must apply, successfully go through their training, which is three weeks on campus. This training includes, sleep, eat, train, get used to knowing the new dog. One lives on campus for the training period. This time is the beginning of a human and animal bond.

I think this poem acceptable for a young girl or boy.


Poem about a dog…

by Peter Menkin

There seems to be no way

to describe “Christmas”the dog

without taking a child’s wonder

at this blind woman’s friend.

With her, “Christmas” the Labrador,

Jan can go many places

bravely.The two clip along at three miles

an hour. That is good walking speed.

What a wonderful help this friendly,

kind dog has been

these eleven years. We give

thanks for her service

and companionship. Good

dog “Christmas.”

She is loved by Jan, her mistress,

for she is a help and a companion;

good at crossing streets, and walking stairs.

Some animals are special to mankind,

and this is a special dog and friend

for many years.

Soon “Christmas” will retire,

to Carol’s house, where she is loved.

Guide Dogs for the Blind

will lead Jan to another canine friend.

What a loss for “Christmas” to go,

but a new friend to come.

 

Audio reading of poem by poet is here:

http://www.archive.org/details/PoemAboutADogByPeterMenkin

 

Peter Menkin, an aspiring poet, lives in Mill Valley, CA USA (north of San Francisco).


My blog:

http://www.petermenkin.blogspot.com

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Question by lilygray2: Can anyone translate ‘ Happy retirement’ in Gaelic/Scottish? Has Robert Burns written a poem about retirement?

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Answer by MacJedi
I don’t know any Gaelic, but the site below offers to translate english phrases into Gaelic.
As for Robert Burns, he wrote poetry in the 1700s when people didn’t retire – they just got too old to work anymore – so I don’t believe he did. However there are a few of his works such as “On Nature” or “Despondency” that might lend you a few stanzas that would work.
It sounds like fun!

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Question by René L: I need a poem for my boss who is going on retirement?
This is my boss’ last day at work and I’d like a poem for her to say farewell any ideas?

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Answer by elijahthecat
“Let us realize that the privilege to work is a gift, that power to work is a blessing, that love of work is success.”
David O. McKay

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Question by rock126: Does anyone know or where to find a retirement poem for a teacher.?
This teacher has been teaching elementary for 30 years and is retiring. Need help looking for a nice poem for her plaque.

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Answer by L’S .xO
Now That You’re Retiring

Now that you’re retiring
We can tell you how we feel;
Our heartfelt admiration
Is deeply felt and real.

You’ve been a great role model
For teachers and each kid;
You showed us how to be
In everything you did.

We’ll miss your fine example;
We’ll miss the things you gave;
Our pleasant memories of you
We’ll recall and carefully save.

We wish for your retirement
The best of all your days;
May you discover sweet fulfillment
In new and rewarding ways.

Sonnet For An Unforgettable Teacher

(Teacher’s name),
When I began your class I think I knew
The kind of challenges you’d make me face.
You gave me motivation to pursue
The best, and to reject the commonplace.

Your thinking really opened up my mind.
With wisdom, style and grace, you made me see,
That what I’d choose to seek, I’d surely find;
You shook me out of my complacency.

I thank you now for everything you’ve done;
What you have taught me I will not outgrow.
Your kind attention touched my mind and heart;
In many ways that you will never know.

I will remember you my whole life through;
I wish that all my teachers were like you.

I hope these help!

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Weekly Poems: A Poem About Death and More

YEARS TURN THE PAGES; THE BOOK REMAINS

Years turn the pages; the book remains.
No one can see the life it contains.
The story is over; it sits on a shelf
Outside of time, complete in itself.
Ah! Could we know! But never we will.
Now it is sealed, silent and still.

CHRISTMAS REALLY ISN’T ABOUT TOYS

Christmas really isn’t about toys,
However much we love them, young and old.
Reductions in the fat of Christmas day
In time restore its vigor and its health.
So let us not display our absent wealth,
Though children should have ample chance to play.
More sweet and joyous music must be sung,
And thoughts of peace and mercy make their way
Silent and uncluttered through the noise.

CHRIS AND I WENT OUT AWHILE BACK

Chris and I went out awhile back.
It didn’t work–I really don’t know why.
Some unacknowledged dream was out of whack,
Went spinning off, and so we let it die.
Sometimes we attribute things to fate
When it’s us, though we won’t notice it.
Chris and I are back again–it’s great!
We’ve both changed, and now we seem to fit.
I can’t explain the happiness I find:
Chris smiles at me and something makes me glow.
Mysteries on mysteries unwind;
The deeper in we see, the less we know.
For now I think I’ll just enjoy the ride;
Love Chris to bits, but still keep watch inside.

HAPPINESS DEPENDS ON LIGHTING LIGHTS

Happiness depends on lighting lights,
As what one does without reflects within.
People plead the poignance of their plights,
Pleased to play the hapless harlequin.
Yet one must purify the sacred temple,
Haul the lamps up, clean them, set them out,
Acting to await the miracle,
Neither seized by fear nor free of doubt.
Underneath all miracles is faith,
Knowing not, but hoping what might be,
Kindled by the will, though pain and death
Assault with darkness all that one can see
Here, where all is here miraculously.

HAPPINESS IS RARELY MELODY

Happiness is rarely melody
As other voices jockey for the lead.
Perhaps it is most comfortable with bass,
Pleased to underline the others’ grace,
Yielding to intensity and need,
Holding up a fragile harmony.
On holidays, however, it becomes
Less self-effacing, stepping forth to sing,
In moments filled with labor, love, and longing,
Deep descants on the beauty of belonging;
After which, again retiring,
Yet not before the harried heart takes wing,
Softly it blends into what strain comes.

SHOW ME ALL THE BOUNTY OF YOUR GIVING

Show me all the bounty of your giving:
Each cornucopia spills out in vain
As some of the sweet happiness of living
Sinks deep into a dry and dusty plain.
Of labor and of love there is no ending,
Nor can we ever pocket our reward.
Some tender that we’re tempted into spending
Goes for gifts that others can’t afford.
Remember that the Earth’s a single sea,
Equable in what one takes and gives.
Each act redeems its value naturally,
Taking grace from everything that lives.
In giving there is rich and varied treasure,
Nor more nor less than taking’s vivid pleasure,
Granting ample joy to those who care,
Subject to what pain they choose to share.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! TO THOSE WHO WILL HAVE NONE

Happy New Year! To those who will have none,
A wish that knows too well it cannot be.
Perhaps one ought not wish so futilely;
Perhaps one ought, that such not be alone.
Yearning is the price one pays for hope,
Nor can one hope unless one would endure.
Each futile wish makes paradise more sure,
Widening the world’s supernal scope.
Yet there are those who find such wishes cheap,
Easy substitutes for sacrifice.
A wish for good is more than merely nice,
Restoring winds that stir the unguent deep.

I am a poet and webmaster of the popular poetry site, Poems for Free, at http://www.poemsforfree.com.

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