Best Australian Shepherd Poems
A miniature Australian Shepherd
Is the best companion for me
As we sit together on the couch
Watching afternoon TV
She does not sit for long
This hyper ball of fur
When Mom walks in the door
She jumps all over her
The attack of the Aussie Shepherd
Is a daily event around here
Yapping, jumping and bouncing
She moves like a white tail deer
Her big brown eyes
And fluffy chocolate fur
Make me want to hug and kiss her
That is for sure!
Chewing on my textbooks
Chasing the family cat
What do you do
With a dog like that?
A drink and a treat
Will calm her down soon
We throw a biscuit in the kennel
Watching her star in her own cartoon
A blanket placed over the top
Will find its way in by morning
But we will have peace for now
As soon as she starts snoring
Good night my little friend
Sleep well and pleasant dreams
Tomorrow we will play again
When the sun through the window gleams
Rocky he’s a Cattle Dog
he’s coloured black and blue
He always lays around asleep
till work he has to do..
Two Preachers came walking up our path
to speak their line of spiel
They told me of their one true God
and did it with some zeal
At last they left just one sheep short
And headed for the gate
Then one turned to look around
Cos Rocky bit his mate
I thought to drive old Rocky off
With whip and curses rare…………."Stock whip good on cattle better on burglars in house"..
I cracked the whip and yelled a lot
But terrified the pair
They thought the Devil on their tail
This dog and madman too
They leapt in a Ford and did set sail
In a cloud of smoke so blue….
Don Johnson
Blue heel biting Cattle dog "heeler" or Australian Shepherd
great Aussie brown snake killers, some Dingo in em.....very economical watch Dog...
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Dinner Camp unwanted Visitor
Dinner camp at 12 noon was when the drover slept, (Aussie tradition dinner camp)
Up since daylight and before the birdies left their nest,
A Mulga snake was irritated by part dingo cattle dogs...(Australian Shepherd)
They’d nipped him jerked upon his tail in and out of hollow logs, (snake killers)
7 foot 4 they measured him, brown killer of the bush, (100% worse than Cobra)
I woke in time to see him a striking at my moosh, (face)
The bite was on my thumb tip, the sharp pocket knife cut it off.
I grabbed and killed old brownie and limply let him flop. (banged his head on tree)
I sucked and spat his venom, until the blood flow stopped,
Condys crystal on the bite and bandaged a lot,
Remedy of Australia way back in 1950, when,
A tornaquet above the bite might keep you alive my friend.
As old Drover Don said…Don Johnson
Aussies were known to shoot a finger off after being bitten to be rid of
the deadly poison venom. Death was the other option here.
You could survive in the bush of Australia with a box of matches
and a very sharp pocket knife.
Mulga is a bushy tree 13% protein when there ain't no grass to grow,
will keep horses, cattle and Kangaroos alive in the often drought!
Dear Griffin,
I clearly remember the first time we met. Jim had brought you at all of
four months of age to my families summer reunion. You were shy with
those striking bi-eyes and those massive white paws accentuated by
your thick brindle coating. Jim had purchased you from a local pet store,
not long after you had been flown to Maryland from a midwestern Indian
reservation where you were born. Those white paws were wobbly still as
they touched the unfamiliar grass and were overwhelmed by all the people
attention while your senses soaked in the great outdoors.
I was still in mourning for Tobin, my Australian shepherd dog but as each
day passed I grew more and more amused by your puppy antics as you
warmed your way into my life.
I also remember the day when Jim and I went to Rockville in the snow with
you to find a dog companion and were fortunate enough to find Izzie, a
ridgeback and your soul mate. From that first day, the two of you rough housed tirelessly and were inseparable for many years to come.
Griffin, I must admit that you presented a bit of a challenge to train after
Tobin who would have died in the stay command. Jim and I went to numerous trainings before you were molded into the obedient dog you became.
I was always in awe of your gentle nature and innate connection to
other wildlife. I remember the time a cow licked you thru the fence at the
Department of Agriculture and also how a deer sat down near you once in your dog paddock.
It's really hard to say good bye after fourteen years to such an integral member of our family. You have carved a special place in our hearts forever.
Until we meet again dear friend at the Rainbow bridge.
Rest in peace, Nancy
Where have they gone? The tabby cat said.
Who cares? Asked Australian shepherd as he jumped on the bed.
His paw tore up a corner of lace on a pillowcase hem.
Get off of there! Yelped a chow chow named Jim.
I think they’re on the lake, they may be looking in.
Two kitties chased each other under the bed, a total win.
Let’s mess up the whole room, a scruffy tomcat suggested.
Better not! Said a persnickety old maid cat, we might be arrested.
Come Up and See Me Some Time.
Outside my kitchen window, concealed by drapes, hangs a bird feeder.
Come, come my chick-a-dee-dee-dee, come and enjoy your seed.
Patiently I wait while sipping my coffee, but you choose not to come.
I wait for you, while doing the dishes, yet still you do not appear.
I dry the dishes and still you ignore my offering.
Friends ask me why I built a feeder just for you, when you will perch on an outstretched hand.
I ask, have you ever fed a chick-a-dee-dee-dee by hand, and they answer no.
So I wait a little longer.
Curious, my Australian shepherd stands beside me with her paws on the sink.
She looks at me, then too peers out the widows to see what I see, but still no chick-a-dee-dee-dee.
Then, as I was about to leave, there came a knock at my window.
Could it be the wind that blew my feeder against the sill?
No… it’s my friend the titmouse to tell me, the chick-a-dee-dee-dee is running late, please be patient.
Then came another knock at the window.
It’s the handsome feathered gentleman, dressed in his cap and tuxedo.
Good morning chick-a-dee-dee-dee, you are fashionably late, and dressed to a “T”.
“Hello, and how do you do? For your seed I thank you” he replied
Good bye
by Martin Braun
2/28/2020
Natural Finery
Gazing out the window from a coffee shop, came an image that changed the world. Like a breath of fresh air, light and refreshing, that could be immediately enjoyed in the lungs and registers to the brain with an awakening clarity. The object of my attention was not monumental, nor flamboyant, but it was in stark contrast to the surroundings that changed everything. To the observer it was everything, but to all else, there was no recognition. In fact, it went entirely without notice, except for the occasional dog, dragging the undisciplined owner by the leash. After fifty years of training, my eyes have seen enough, like a fine jeweler appraising a diamond based on the cut, clarity, carat, and color. The expression on my face, a slight smile, a relaxed gaze, and a peaceful submission broadcasted my evaluation as most acceptable. And as rare as this occasion was, it brought a slight sadness with it. This fine opulent standard, if you will, is not desired as a possession, but seen as a fleeting reminder, of what the world could be. If only the world wasn’t so consumed by distractions, and demanding my attention at every turn, like a loud and obnoxious parade. This was an open meadow, with a singular tree, and a field of flowers, simple, and charming, a pleasant retreat from jangling clowns, and honking fire trucks. And now, there she goes. Goodbye, miss white summer dress, with your wide straps, non-revealing neckline, and flowing material. Au revoir belle fille, with medium-length hair and ebony curl. Your delightful smile, unhindered by cosmetics and jewelry… lifted my soul. Even the male, tri-colored, Australian Shepherd you walk heals obediently, and lovingly by your side, tells of your character. May you marry a man worthy of your grace, and you have many children that will influence the world as positively as you influenced mine. Please, remain, unspoiled.
by, Martin Braun
July 14th, 2023
I love to watch my white cat and my ginger cat’s antics
They slyly creep, then naughtily or quickly dart away.
So different from our Australian Shepherd dog are they.
The dog is loving and sweet, but she lacks a cat’s finesse.
She always makes such messes and lacks the felines’ soothing purr.
I long to have my cats around to stroke their pretty fur.
I have to be content with the few rare times
when one or the other of the cats comes to me when I’m on my bed.
Then it’s often just because they’re wanting to be fed.
Ah, the white one I love so much - he’s come to me, merely for my touch!