It was a late August summer day, very hot
We went for a hike, wandered and lost our way
We often wonder why we got lost and forgot
It was almost a night that we didn’t want to stay
We walked for hours in the woods before nightfall
If we were still lost that night, we had no plans
We then heard a bark and saw him, robust and tall
A lab with a blue- collar came over and licked our hands
He barked and ran back and forth in front of us
We decided to follow him, maybe he knew the trail
We ended up at the ranger’s station and finally home
We found our compass that day, better than a phone
He was part of the search and rescue ranger crew
He was our rescue angel and named compass too
Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Journey
Emotion: Wonder
Color: Blue
Season: Late Summer
Form: Sonnet
Object: Compass
Verb: Wander
Created using the PoetrySoup Poetry Wheel.
The leaves are starting to change color
The door opens, to bring a new season
My dog runs with his blue collar
He's dancing in the field without a reason
It's cloudy, but it's a quiet day
The signs of Autumn bring peace
My dog reminds me to be free, to play
I will hold a stop sign at stress increase
It's a blessing, more time this is
to live, to love, to give, to be
As i share some of what is his,
I praise vision for all that I see
The purple flowers look at me
with wide open blossoms, like eyes
Then, I notice the buzzing bee
reminding me time doesn't stop, it flies
Heidi Sands
9/17/26
(C)opyright
Though eminently computable,
born in silicon fog,
it's a baby that's not beautiful,
a disloyal, faithless dog.
It's a welcome to an empty room,
a monster's sightless eye,
a bottle of cheap perfume -
the poetry of AI.
A boy living alone
Never gave up like a stone
Struck by stern and stormy weathers
Yet surviving like a full grown-dog, playing around heathers
When the squirrels start playing outside
My dog rushes to the door barking and whining.
Memphis, an 80-pound big, brown bulk
Really believes he can catch a squirrel.
Once the door is open, he races to the fence
Pacing back and forth with his head raised
While all the squirrels are laughing.
When the squirrels start playing outside
My dog rushes to the door barking and whining.
Memphis, an 80-pound big, brown bulk
Really believes he can catch a squirrel.
Once the door is open, he races to the fence
Pacing back and forth with his head raised
While all the squirrels are laughing.
When the squirrels start playing outside
My dog rushes to the door barking and whining.
Memphis, an 80-pound big, brown bulk
Really believes he can catch a squirrel.
Once the door is open, he races to the fence
Pacing back and forth with his head raised
While all the squirrels are laughing.
I was raised alongside our dog.
My biggest dream was to be a cog
in the great Cogswell Cogs machine.
I'd work for peanuts or for bones,
but his cubicle nameplate read, "Spot Jones",
while I fought for scraps on streets so mean.
My dog moves slow,
and his face is white.
His body is ill,
but I know he will fight.
My dog is weak,
but he knows his name.
His body once strong,
things are not the same.
My dog’s life is long at fifteen years old.
He has little time left,
As we have been told.
My dog sleeps most o@ the day.
I don’t ever want him to go away.
My dog was once thirty-nine pounds.
He’s starting to look like a di@erent hound.
My dog likes the backyard so he can roam.
He will always be the king of our home.
Barking. Off, away
By Frank Daub
She is UNAWARE that she cannot stay – too long.
Her time is limited to short intensiveness,
so, she doesn’t hold back, but plays
and zooms in circles through every room
open to her padded paws.
Stopping suddenly short –
she remembers the love we share
and she pads back to sit looking up at me.
That is when I pray that pups are part of Heaven.
Written: September 07, 2026, for a contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Verified by HMS.COM / 8 - 8 - 5 - 5 - 8 / Syllables
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Our dog stole Dad's sandwich one day
Then strutted around with display
Dad chased with a broom
Dog zoomed through the room
The sandwich was gone anyway
Every dog is a conundrum -
rub him on his back or on his tum-tum?
My little dog has rolled in dirt.
‘It is such a delight!”
But I can tell, it’s wombat poo
And she will smell a fright.
‘The stinkier the better!’,
Is her attitude,
But to bring that smell inside
I think is very rude.
Panting
~ something dogs-doo
Apologies...
Remember that ifs, buts, and maybes
mean nothing to mad dogs with rabies.
For, in either case,
they'll rip off your face,
and then will proceed to your baby's.
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