Sheepdog Poems - Poems about Sheepdog

Shetland Sheepdog Charlie jumped high in the air Sheep he could handle, but this creature was unfair As far as he knew it was an alien or a creature from far away I was lucky to have my camera that day I wish now I had put it on video, for it was a hilarious sight Charlie ran off and...

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Sunlight dictates our days somehow Evenings speak of duvets now People begin to cough or sneeze Trees start to dread each single breeze E-type says there’s nowhere to park Mornings complain about the dark Blackberries doubt that they’ll get picked English sheepdog begs for a stick Radio talks of candidates Fake news drowns out any debate Autumn colours each working day Leaves demand...

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An old lady in Frankfort, Kentucky still pines for her late sheepdog Bucky After twenty-two years in her dreams he appears Now they both feel elated and lucky...

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An old lady in Frankfort, Kentucky still pines for her late sheepdog Bucky After twenty-two years in her dreams he appears Now they both feel elated and lucky 1/28/22...

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the jolly good sheepdog an english sheepdog from pocatello is a chap quite chipper and mellow he’s a bloody good sort an old chum and good sport I dare say he’s a jolly good fellow 12/30/21...

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Heard an old Beatles song the other day and it stayed on my mind, mixed with a little insomnia. The following leaked out. . “Echoes of Midnight Sheepdog Call” . Hey little lost sheepdog, You better find your way back home. Little lost sheepdog, You’ve been on the run too long. The sun is sinking low, And the air is...

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I said to the Mountains, tell me the story of the Sheepdog. But would it be Honorable for me to inquire about the Black bull? The boisterous Animal that took away the Inspiration of the Sheepdog? The story is foretold that the Kettle shall never call the pot; black. A vision is given by the visionary....

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I saw a note pinned up today that sheepdog trials are underway I thought, at last, there's justice for the flock I imagined my fine elocution as witness for the prosecution denouncing deeds by doggies in the dock. Two-leggies might not have the smarts to see through arcane canine arts and arrogantly think they are in charge They're suckered to the masterplan, believe the wolves...

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