Best Sheep Dog Poems
FEELING SHEEPISH
I’m learning to be a sheep dog
But sadly they’re stuck in a bog
One second they’re eating
The next they’re all bleating
A shepherd I truly am not!
My tummy it started to churn
Our owner said that I must learn
to silently creep
and round up his sheep -
my attempts he said he won’t spurn
My power I soon learned to wield -
I returned all the sheep to his field
When they hear me bark
The sheep have to hark
I’m ruling; the sheep have to yield!
There is a brighter side contest
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01/13/18
My name is Tom and I'm the cat here on Manor Farm
Let me introduce you to the gang .
I rule the roost as you will see and ginger the chicken she agrees.
The stable door top half open ,Mr Ed the horse says morning well he is a talking horse !
And daisy giving milk she's my favourite, cant think why !
I stroll over to the sty and give Dave a hi who's one happy looking pig
Shaun the sheep is in his field playing with his kids
and Shep the sheep dog is sat in the shed and he his fast asleep
And that's how he will stay, as I don't fancy being chased today.
Now over to the duck pond to see Donald and his crew. Huey , Dewey, and Louie
And finally to the farm house where the humans live. who are pretty good to me !
However them there humans have some nasty traits
They eat gingers kids for breakfast
Dave is turned into bacon and daisy into steak
Shaun gets the chop with mint and peas and the Donald is sold to the local Chinese
and Sheps pups are sold as a pets.
and Mr Ed is made to chases Fox's. Which is really not the best !
so all in all I'm just saying us animals are the best .
The cast
Manor farm : animal farm the farm out the book
Ginger : chicken run
Mr Ed : the talking horse 60 sitcom .
Daisy : magic roundabout children's TV program
Dave : are well been naughty here Google David Cameron and pigs, humm best not
Shaun : the sheep children's TV character
Shep : a dog on a UK children's program Blue peter
Donald : Disney duck and his nephews
Humans : Us
comp entry 15022016
There once was a pony named Emma. Emma was the littlest pony on the farm. She was even smaller then Katie the sheep dog. But she knew if she just tried she could win the Ponyville Farm Race. See this was important to her. She wanted to prove to the other ponies and animals that tease her that she could be mighty and fast. So just maybe they would let her eat her hay with them.
So every night, she ran within the fields of neighborhoods pastures. She worked every morning as well and ran instead of trying to fit in during hay time. The other ponies often laughed at her but she still worked at this race. It made her feel good, and often she thought even if she didn't win she did a lot. She was running faster and longer each morning and night.
Then soon it came, race day. Emma was scared but she was proud she was standing up with the other ponies. Then the bell sound went off, 123. It was time too run. Emma ran faster and faster. She could see all the other ponies behind her but she couldn't see the rock ahead. As fast as she was running she feld to the ground. But then something amazing happen Kayla a often mean pony came to help. She was in front of Emma just a little bit and must of heard the fall. They both lost the race, but learnt something much more important then winning.
Soon after this Kayla and Emma became the best of friends. Kayla learnt that Emma was fast as she is mighty. And that she in the other pony wasn't nice for teasing Emma. Some ponies realise this and some didn't. And that was okay with Emma. Cause she learnt her worth.
The End
For a contest
Children story
Written for my niece.
I am a spirit
I shatter the dis-ambience of the country
with a flick of my fingers
a stone dashes for a ridge
with a tender tickle
trees rattle their drum branches
with the tip of my pinkie
I raise a rainbow to its potential
with the grasp of my hand
a tornado chews up cows
the length of my limbs
hurls waves towards their certain demise
my breath gives a sigh
to the wearied sheep dog
luxuriating atop a fenced-in hill
I was human once.
Do I perpetuate nature
out of resentment
or from kindness
It’s sure I’m invisible
but you’ll feel me
as hail strikes your bare neck
The Farmers Wife.
Three sheep in the pig sty
how on earth did they get there?
The cows are in the stables
does anybody care?
The horses are in the top field
well, there's nothing wrong with that.
But the three sheep in the pig sty
were guided by our cat!
Why everything is topsy-turvey.
there's confusion all around.
Where's Shep our sheep dog?
He's nowhere to be found.
The farmers wife has realised
that farmers missing to
so without haste she goes to work
there's just so much to do.
Then just as she had finished
and turned to go to bed
she heard old Shep the sheep dog
Locked with farmer in
the garden shed.
“Have you ever done this type of work before”?
“they’re sheep – I’m a sheep dog – are you serious?”
“Are you aware we have a dress code?”
“no way am I wearing a dress.”
“You will be interacting with our clientele daily”
“and to be kind --- you are a bit rough around the edges.”
“Have you seen your clientele up close?”
“I only wear my hair like this to fit in.”
“And there is the security clearance issue.”
“Security Clearance!!! If I can fit under the same fences
that they fit under…..that’s my security clearance.”
“So we’ll offer you the standard contract.”
“Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week,
fifty two weeks a year.”
“Hey, hey, I’m a sheep dog not their mother!!”
“DID YOU JUST LICK YOURSELF???”
“GET OFF THE FURNITURE!!!”
“Why did I ever take this Bo Peep contract??”
John G. Lawless
6/23/2015
Larry and his Sheep Dog Scruffy
Are together always on the road
Larry has knowledge of gardening
So he is well known by all
Larry has a huge van
So he packs what tools he needs
Even brings his lawn chair
As well his dog Scruffy and beer
He works from house to house
His dog Scruffy keeps him company
When the gardening is done
Larry and Scruffy play ball
When Larry's job is done
They play ball together
They are company for each other
Larry my gardener sits on my deck
He is a gnome sits in a lawn chair
His hat is red pointy on top
His beard is long and white
Green jacket,blue pants
the boots he wears is black
Scruffy is a two tone color
Lit grey and white in color
With a bright pink tongue
Scruffy is my statue dog
Across in the meadow the animals stall
As away in the distance the farmer does call
To the old sheep dog "Shep"
"Away, come around"
The sheep respond cautiously
All milling no sound
The evening shadows lengthens
Tangibly a stillness descends
As nature's heartbeat changes
Chickens in alarm
A scurry of farmhands
There's a fox on the farm
Evading capture, in triumph he gains
Deft in his movements
His prize he contains
The farmer's gun up to his eye
Assuming the stance
Heaves a heavy sigh
Seeing his prey disappearing
Nowhere to be seen
As darkness creeps over
where the fox has been.
There was a farmer named Joe
Who took his sheep dog to a show.
Joe started to weep
Instead of mustering sheep
His dog lined up seagulls in a row.
Staff rod in hand, and on my feet a pair of good hardy leather shoes
Set off onto the bight coastal track to a view of many colourful hues
In four score plus nine of my years; not a day to me ceases to amaze
Scattered along the ridge line, sheep idle away their days, they graze
As marram grass sways anchoring the sand brought by the sea wind
I listen to the deafening sounds of the seagulls their shrills ingrained
This land, my land as one of my forefather’s son’s, my claim of proof
As far as my eye can see and as far as the cattle can roam their hoof
A legacy given to me by God and by my hands my toil it shall remain
No false deceiver shall walk her, come proclaiming a lie shall he feign
Each animal upon her lives its life in freedom until their time is called
Before slaughtered with respect, and placed upon the table sprawled
With thanks and praises given to the bellies it is now given to nourish
Bones grounded down, and returned to this earth, in which to flourish
In turn the animals eat the greener grass its wealth to them unknown
This is the cycle of life, it by my forefather’s father to son been shown
A seal pup on the shore cries ardently for its mother it wants to be fed
Scottish folklore that seal Selkies as fill the shore fears folk with dread
Shep the sheep dog though not original in name scurries the dry grass
Upsetting the grouse and long tailed pheasants as they limber on pass
Pleasant is this land given in its wonderment and awe, its beauty score
As musical notes of each animal and creature in tune across this shore
This balance of nature cannot in anyway be understated, or be ignored
This certitude between heaven and earth, and its ever eternal life cord
Rests upon my shoulders, its weight, is more as embedded in my heart
As I idle the bight pathway of this coast, until it’s time for me to depart
My dried and cracked salted spray leather shoes shall be left then to lie
My staff left standing in the hallway and with my dog resting I shall die
Sing a String of Christmas Lims
Join in a sing-a-string of Christmas Lims
Rouse your hearts and sing for the joy it brings
Let’s cause a sensation
Across every nation
Jointly in one voice sweet melodies sing.
To welcome baby Jesus church bells chime
Poets put their hearts into every rhyme
Children are excited
Hope to be delighted
Reason is season of enchanting time.
Put on dancing shoes, dance those blues away
Singing and swaying by both night and day
Do the Hokey Cokey
Perform karaoke
It’s Christmas soon, celebrate any way.
Santa decided to shave his white beard
Looked in the mirror and he appeared weird
It'd take ages to grow
So plastered on some snow
This year his Ho! Ho! Ho! has disappeared.
Santa Claus will soon be boarding his sleigh
With Rudolph the reindeer showing the way
A fine time will be had
By the elves at the back
Singing their hearts out for Christmas Day.
~ Belle Bellevue
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HE'S BEEN.
The children woke up excited with glee
And then all ran down the stairs hurriedly
There was loud squeals of delight
At that most beautiful sight
He had been leaving presents by the tree.
~ Written by: Tom Cunningham
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Bright stars up above shall be sparkling
Glamorous vintage cars will be parkling
Halls will be decked
Rosy cheeks will be pecked
And my loyal English sheep dog will be barlking
~ Written by: Robert Gorelick
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From - 13th November 2022 onwards
( Add ons invited )
“The price of excellence
eternal vigilance”
A sheep dog watches
—the wolves at bay
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)