DOG BARKING
She's on patrol night and day
Barking at critters in her way
Squirrels, birds and even butterflies
Nothin' gets past her steely eyes
A big buck deer or the neighbor's cat
Chickens that don't know where home is at
The delivery driver, on his way to the door
Nothin' deters her from her guard dog chore
"On patrol" means bark when she crosses the threshold
Telling the world, she's cut from the guard dog mold,
With a bark that peaks at the topline on the decibel meter
"Beware," says the bark, "protected by a man-eater"
Some say, "She barks at nothing," 'cause that's all they see
But she also uses super hearing and senses that are olfactory
So, does she bark because she sees nothing in the dark?
Or, is there nothing there because she barks?
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| "The Guardian" - by Doug Morrow |
The first I ever heard
Of the Bristlecone Pine
When I was learnin'
To play rhythm in time
Hugh's words cut through
To my mortal soul
And stuck with me
Like fire on oil
The story he tells
Of a twisted old tree
Haunts me like a wraith
To the "nth degree"
Five thousand years ago
A seed decided to take stock
A timber-line tree
Strong enough to grow in rock
Where not one other
Would dare to even try
Allowing for that tiny seed
To live and not die
The splendor I've seen
In the Wyoming Rockies
A tree so old
It's the glory God sees
The bristlecone pine
Older than any living thing on earth
Standing it's ground
For everything it's worth
Way Up high in the Vedauwoo range
Where the trees stand guard
O'er all they survey
Longing for the days unscarred
What stories would it tell
To all who visit
About those who wish it well
Or those who are complicit?
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