Long Shep Poems
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"My Dearest Mom and Dad", his poignant letter began.
"I need to write this letter to you now while I can.
Tonight I'm scheduled to go out on a perilous patrol;
In a few minutes I must report for the calling of the roll."
"Thank you, Mom and Dad, for the sacrifices you have made,
Teaching me the moral principles from which I have not strayed.
Should fate determine that I'm to be called home to God above,
Be consoled with His promise that we'll be reunited in His love."
"I love you, Mom and Dad, more than you'll ever know.
Please tell brother and little sister that I love them so.
Give my old faithful Shep a big hug for me as well,
And tell my friends and neighbors I wish them a fond farewell."
"I'm proud to wear this uniform, I feel it my solemn obligation,
To protect the freedoms we enjoy in this our beloved nation.
Please do not pine nor grieve for me when I am gone,
But know that your son died bravely seeing his duty done."
Alas, the door was answered and there stood men in uniform,
Burdened with the dreaded news for parents they were to inform,
Telling them that their gallant son gave his all on the field of strife,
To be honored by a grateful nation for upholding our way of life!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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The tree was magnificent in all its green glory
Its limbs spread proud and true
Beautifully shaped and full of new growth
It stood tall against the blue.
Many a child it had seen evolve
In the seventy years in the yard.
Silently there but always aware
Some years were particularly hard.
The summer of 64 was the year
When the teenage boy ran away
The mother spent many a day in the shade
As the tree kept the sadness away.
82 was the year of the storm
When the tornado threatened its world
But the tree stood firm and survived the blow
Of the wind as it turned and swirled.
1994 was especially hard
When the collie named Shep had died.
Now buried below the tree by the rock
It watched as the young girl cried.
The wedding was beautiful all in white
As the daughter became a bride.
Out in the yard, under the old oak tree
Even the father cried.
The rocking chairs now sit on the porch
As the age of the parents shows.
The old oak tree looks worse for wear
But a new young tree seedling grows.
Dasher and stasher in a Hat & suit you say?
The kitten switches tale in a most catty way…
Licking at her claws she creates a rhyme while
Looking at the desert, keeps her purr sublime.
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Watching Dr. Fink in a coat and tie
Said the Sphinx wasn’t right, as she isn’t a guy
So they chipped and they whistled while they worked
And they nipped and they tucked at her skirt…
Looking on strong with her wide eyes bright
She wondered why, they worked into night.
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Deadlines deadlines! the fourmen cried
align a Line in the heLion Sky!
They took her knows from the base of her eye…
and Eternity was based on the fourmens lie.
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Thirty three feet and forty On the One,
Even a Ham, can share those tones…
Lake Nazca rang and said a call came in
A hat, Shep, and a suit went missing.
The Poets packin and you’ll be wishing
That you kissed her first, before the season
Everything comes in a color of buttons
A shoe by the way, holds more then one deck.
Never said never but I said, i’mAtech
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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
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
The rest of them mourn grandpa’s death in a sad way.
My dog Shep and I honor him on this cool fall day.
The others walk around crying, moaning he is gone.
Shep and I head for the lake, the one we used to fish on.
Grandpa is here with us, I can feel him in the moon.
We sit side by side, Shep and I, in silent commune.
Grandpa winks from the stars, the lake and the trees.
I shiver a bit as he sends us a reassuring brisk breeze.
Grandpa was special, a character, I adored him so.
I did not want him to leave, but it was time for him to go.
I am so glad you are out of pain, I tell him. God smiles at us.
You were such a great grandpa, I tell him. I love you, Gus!
Should we camp here? I ask Shep, and we curl down and around.
We lie down in our tiny tent, feeling safe on the hard Kansas ground.
Grandpa is here for sure, I can smell his tobacco and I feel his soul.
I know he is safely in heaven; the ultimate goal.
The Celestial NAAFI
Well there sits old Buck like he always did,
Waving his pipe and tilting his lid.
There’s Johnny and Ronny and Shep and old Taffy,
And Soapy still doing his impression of Daffy.
Flapper all quiet at the side with McGraw.
Knocker and Geordie, and old Billy Shore.
And over there’s Banjo, spinning his yarns,
And Bod with his girlfriends, trying to dance.
There’s Baggins and Pusser, Slinger and Freddy,
There’s Millie with Googie – they look like they’re ready.
With Annie and Jo-Jo, it looks like old Hutch
Is making sure he hasn’t lost his light touch.
While Jeffers and Benjy are dealing the cards,
Doc still complains that that the games are too hard.
The faces familiar, the uniforms right,
All fitting perfect, none loose and none tight.
Everyone’s happy and looking their best,
From bulled-up toe-caps to the gongs on their chests.
Back by the bar are the older lads too,
Who went long before, whom none of us knew.
Blue suits and red coats, khaki and green,
All badges and headgear that ever were seen.
Ancient or modern, by sea, land or air,
Be sure of a welcome when it’s time to be there.
Raise a hand and smile, shout a cheery Hello!
To the Celestial NAAFI, where Service Folk go.
Biting winds and swirling flakes of snow had finally abated
We surveyed the deep drifts, which lay on the fields
The silvery moon peeped through the clouds and lit our way
It was bitterly cold, but the pitiful sound of bleating spurred us on
Some friends and neighbours had joined us – we had no time to lose!
Grabbing our spades we worked tirelessly throughout the night
Digging out the sheep and tiny lambs one by one
Their fleeces were matted with tiny icicles
As dawn broke we had rescued all but one of our precious flock
Suddenly our trusty sheepdog Shep started barking
We trudged to where he was frantically pawing at the snow
Our hearts lifted as we pulled the final sheep out alive
At last it was time for us to return to the farmhouse
In the distance I could see gold and silver lights sparkling
and scintillating on the Douglas fir tree in church in the village.
I raised my eyes to heaven and gave thanks.
A Winter Poem
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She rocked Danny nigh the window in her rocking chair,
Cuddled him closely and hummed an ancient Irish air.
As she gazed thro' the window at the vast horizons beyond,
She pondered her precious gift and the closeness of their bond.
Anon, she stood by the window as he played upon the lawn,
Watching as he romped and gamboled as sprightly as a fawn.
She waved from the window each morn as he left for school,
And stood there after school to greet her precious jewel.
From the window Mother treasured so many precious scenes,
As Danny advanced from his childhood and on thro' his teens:
Playing with his old pal Shep, tinkering with his very first car,
Sitting on the porch with his sweetie, strumming his guitar.
In a foreign land strife began and he volunteered to serve.
He felt it his solemn obligation, America's freedoms to preserve.
Thro' the window Mother sadly watched him march away.
"Bring my boy home safely, Dear God" she did silently pray.
She sat by the window praying he would walk thro' the door,
To clasp her to his breast and leave her side no more.
She gasped seeing soldiers thro' the window coming up the drive.
They were saddened to inform her that Danny did not survive.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)