viernes, 24 de diciembre de 2010
miércoles, 8 de diciembre de 2010
I was standing on a hillside, in a field of blowing wheat
And the spirit of a Dachshund was lying at my feet.
She looked at me with kind dark eyes, an ancient wisdom shining through
And in the essence of her being, I saw love there, too.
Her mind did lock upon my heart as I stood there that day
And she told me of this story about a place so far away.
I stood upon that hillside in a field of blowing wheat
And in a twinkling of a second her spirit left my feet.
Her tale did put my heart at ease, my tears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me, on another distant day.
"I live amongst God's creatures now, in the heavens of your mind.
So do not grieve for me, my friend, as I am with my kind.
My collar is a rainbow's hue, my leash a shooting star,
My boundaries are the milky way, where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here, for I am not confined,
But free to roam God's heavens, amongst my Dachshund kind.
I nap the day on snowy clouds, gentle breezes rocking me
And dream the dreams of earthlings and how it used to be.
The trees are full of liver treats and tennis balls abound
And milkbones line the walkways, just waiting to be found.
There is even a ring set up, the grass all lush and green
And everyone who gaits around becomes the best of breed.
For we are all winners here, we have no faults, you see,
And God passes out the ribbons to each one, even me.
I drink from waters laced with gold, my world's a beauty to behold
And wise old dogs do form my pride and amble at my very side.
At night I sleep in an angel's arms, her wings protecting me
And moonbeams dance about us as stardust falls on thee.
So when your life on earth is spent and you stand at Heaven's gate,
Have no fear of loneliness for here you know I'll wait.
(written by Betty Robertson who had wirehaired dachs )
Publicado por DRI en 18:55