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 Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 2:45 pm
Are There Pawprints In Heaven?
© Missy Davis
I hear of a place that is made of gold,
a place where we shall never grow old,
But one answer I have not heard at all,
will there be paw prints from my little dog?
He promised us joy right from the start,
I just wonder if she'll be a part.
So as I sit here and dream of the day,
I wonder if heaven she will stay?
When your walking down with the saints of old
take a glimpse of that new road and if there you shall see,
Maybe a pawprint just for me.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 2:53 pm
"Animals, when placed in captivity are more often than not separated from their siblings and their young. Why would their hearts not be broken? Ours would be."
The Captives
© Francis X Reilly
Elephants have the saddest faces-
I know, I saw one cry today.
She looked at me and I looked back-
But soon I had to turn away.
Elephants say the saddest things-
One almost broke my heart today.
She closed her eyes and uttered this:
"My God...they took my son away."
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 2:58 pm
The Bee
© Alexander
The flapping of it's wings similar to a fly,
But when listening carefully you can hear the droning reply.
Once heard you immediately know it's purpose,
Yellow flowers, black flowers - collecting pollen to surplus.
Buzzing flower to flower,
Flying aimlessly through the sky.
People may be reluctant to admit,
There is more than meets the eye.
It holds the pollen close to it's chest like a baby.
It's pride, passion, life - even more maybe.
Though there comes a time when life must end.
Sting, buzzing, silence.
But before this it must go through what we cannot comprehend.
Organs torn, it carries on - Flower to flower. Weaker and weaker.
Dead before long
The yellow for pollen and honey,
The black for sting and bulbous eyes.
These are the colours that represent,
The bee's striped lines of life and death.
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