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My Dog and Me

My Dog & Me.

I have a poem about my dog named Skeeta, her name is unique, for she is unique. 
She always responds to Ski when called.

She is a mix of Newfoundland and border collie.
She has much energy and is always eager to play,
She will pull on a rope in hand and do it all day.
I would throw her a ball giving a command to retrieve, and receive a disapproving look you wouldn’t believe.

I retired to an island in BC.
Buying a house on Gabriola, with a large yard and a fence, you see. This is her home, and her place to be.

I often ride my bike on the island trails with her running with me. She enjoys meeting others walking on a hike.

But all too often she will disappear into the woods, and be gone for an hour or two leaving me waiting patiently for her to return with a guilty look and defying the trust we together have built.

 Her bark has many octaves that clearly speak, leaving those listening to their own critique.

For every day is a day of joy, until she succumb to cancer, and passed, with a gentle sigh.
The following days were difficult to bear, for there was no Ski pulling a rope, or running around in the yard to share.

If you are walking or riding on the island trails, you may see the spirit of a black dog running, for this is her time to run and be free.

 For now, she runs alone; Alone without me.

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A Gentleman

A Gentleman.

An elderly gentleman sits on his porch rocking in a chair,
 reminiscing the past and present times that really don't compare.

He fought for our freedom that today we all share, 
that others have trouble accepting and weren't even there. 

His life was not easy in his younger years,
and he worries today about the present-day fears.

He is proud of his family and the country he served,
but questions the greed and injustice that power has reserved. 

He has always viewed killing and destruction as an arrogant feat,
 that serves those conspiracy profiles that are willing to cheat.

His chair now empty, for he had since passed on,
 as a tear is shared for this gentleman now gone.

Respect our elderly for your time will come, sharing memories of your achievements and a few that were dumb.

Peter J. Hurst. From Nova Scotia.

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A Friend Indeed

A Friend Indeed.

If you decide to adopt a canine friend, 
visit your local canine rescue, for it is a place I recommend.

Each bark is a sales pitch to help you along, 
and greater than any jingle you will hear in a song.
 
Your presence will be heard, for they all want to leave, 
but the one you choose will be thanking you, for its reprieve.
 
There will be barks and whimpers and looks of despair, 
your choice to make will be difficult to bear. 

Your decision must consider the lifestyle you lead, 
and size will dictate the car you will need.
 
Enjoy this time with the new friend you make,
for a canine will stand by you, without no mistake!

 Please decide wisely!

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Time Past

Time Past.

 I thank those horse owners today,
 that gave me a job and a place to stay.

 A bed in a barn or a trailer was fine,
 to be with horses that were not even mine.

 I chose this life without regret,
 to be with horses I shall not forget.

 There is a bond between us all,
 when horses are the ones that make the call.

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This House I Call Home

This house I call home…

As I leave my house, to gather more logs, I see the distant mountains and sense a cooling breeze.
 I experience the tranquility of the scenery surrounding me as I notice the horses, quietly grazing in their field. 

An eagle flies high surveying his prey below, as I listen, to the sound of running water, from a nearby brook, which adds tone to the atmosphere.
The sound of nature overwhelms me and brings a greater awareness to the wildlife inhabiting the woods that surround me.

A stag stands alone and alerts me, clearly knowing of my presence, as I stay motionless and breathless, so as not to disturb.
 For this truly is a time to ponder and appreciate….
 This house I call home.
                                                                     Peter J. Hurst

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The Horse

The Horse.

A horse gives joy to everyone,
By those that ride them just for fun.

There are others that race them, a quarter mile,
and those that do it Kentucky style.

We also see them trot and pace,
and teams with wagons, that love to race.

They are also quick to run a steer,
and buck a cowboy without any fear.

We see them jump a fence and wall,
 and play the sport of Polo, with a mallet and ball.

Their elegance and rhythm we admire,
with a magical movement, they inspire.

They will control an unruly crowd,
that often becomes offensive, and very loud.

They are also used for ceremonial events, to honor Dignitaries past and present,
they are more than a sport for Kings, but are a challenge for others, to achieve many things.

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Our Nations Pride


The Musical Ride by the RCMP
is a Canadian tradition for all to see.
Thirty-two horses of black on parade,
riders in red with lances portrayed.
To see this troop perform their drill
gives all that watch a sudden chill,
Here you see our nation's pride,
ambassadors to Canada with their musical ride.
The RCMP presented the late Queen Elizabeth with a horse named Burmese, 
The Queen rode this mare on eighteen occasions in Trooping the Color.
Burmese was a special horse and one like no other.

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Embarrassing Moment

There are riders, jockeys, grooms, and handlers too,
that don’t think twice about the work they do.
Their love for horses is a commitment they share
But their safety is a concern for them all to be aware.
To fall from your horse is an embarrassing event
when only your backside is the one to repent.
The risks are many and always there,
when being with horses you must always take care.
Times are hard if injury strikes,
for healing may be slow that nobody likes.
With thoughts and wishes I convey, that you all ride and work safely to enjoy the next day.
Take care when confidence thrives, it opens the gate, to a moment you may not anticipate.

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Profit


There are people who profit, from weapons that kill, and others with narcotics, that sell at will.

There are people who steal and lie, and others bully innocents without batting an eye.

There are people in positions of high esteem, making millions off those who struggle, working a daily routine.

Power and greed, breed social dismay,
which society accepts, for it is dictated that way.

A donation or two gains a welcoming applause,
that appears to be given for a meaningful cause.

Don’t be fooled, for it is a calculated game,
for tax-free reasons being easy to claim.

Our world is warning, us to change our ways.
in all humanity, that the above, portrays.