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                                       "I have nothing to fear; and here my story ends. My troubles are all over, and I am at home."  Anna Sewell

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Here you will find a small collection of meaningful poems we have come across. We have noted the authors whenever possible. If you see a poem here that is incorrectly marked please notify us so we can make the necessary changes. We hope you enjoy them as much as we do. 

American Pit Bull Terriers

Their love is like no other; their heart is pure as gold.
Yet while going on a friendly walk, they're faced with stares of cold.
They're so very close to human, in how they act and what they do.
Unless you've known their devoted love, it's impossible to explain to you.
They are greatly more MISUNDERSTOOD than any other breed.
We tend to punish this loyal dog, instead of mankind's deeds.
They are always and forever clowns, with a wish for center stage.
Yet while displaying this sense of humor, most people disengage.
They, oh, so want to make new friends, and run and jump and play.
yet when they happily approach, most people shy away.
Often I've seen children poke, or hop on for a ride.
And when I felt they might get mad, they've only beamed with pride.
I've seen these children yank and pull, with nary a reaction.
Yet media's not interested, unless they've put someone in traction.
They love to snuggle up real close, to give lots of loves and kisses.
Yet they suffer more than any, from unfair prejudices.
What animal do I speak of, whose love is so unique?
If you've truly known one, you know of whom I speak.
There is no creature on this earth who will ever make you merrier.
The animal I do speak of, it's the American Pit Bull Terrier.

Author: Patty Letawsky

" Baggage" 

   Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
   All nicely tucked into my warm new bed.
   I would like to open my baggage
   Lest I forget,
   There is so much to carry -
   So much to regret.
   Hmm.. Yes there it is, right on the top-
   Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
   And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame.
   As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave-
   I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
   I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
   But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.
   Will you add to my baggage?
   Will you help me unpack?
   Or will you just look at my things
   And take me right back?
   Do you have the time to help me unpack?
   To put away my baggage,
   To never re-pack?
   I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
   But I do come with baggage -
   Will you still want me?

Author: Evelyn Colbath

 This beautiful poem was written in memory of Jessie, a Scottish Terrier. She was born into the tragic conditions of a puppy mill; abused, but rescued to live out her life in a loving, 'forever' home before she passed on to the Rainbow Bridge.

"We Have Come to Rescue You"

We know you can't believe it's true, but we have truly come to rescue you.
We have come to start your life anew.
You are one of the lucky, one of the few.
We have come to take away your pain; to end life as you know it -- at the end of your chain.
There will be no more treadmills, no breaksticks, no keeps.
You can now eat freely; and dream happy dreams while you sleep.
There will be no more waiting for Saturday night, no being thrown in a pit, no being forced to fight.
There will be no more suffering the atrocious abuse, with "they choose to fight" as their standard excuse.
There will be no more bets while you suffer great pain, no more criminals with only profits to gain.
There will be no more breedings; you are so worn.
There will be no more lost puppies for you to mourn.
They've cut off your ears; your appearance is marred.
Yet you give sloppy kisses, and you wag your tail hard.
When they say you're all vicious, we know they are wrong.
For there is no other dog, with a love so strong.
You hold no grudges. You only forgive.
They are wrong -- You deserve to live.
There are so many more we wish we could spare, but there are so few loving homes and so few people who care.
So come now, let's hurry, there is no time to waste.
There is imminent danger, which for you we will face.
We know you can't believe it's true, but we have truly come to rescue you.
Written for the most abused breed of dog in existence,
The American Pit Bull Terrier.

Author: Patty Letawsky

A Dog Sits Waiting

A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun,
Too faithful to leave, to frightened to run
He's been here for days now with nothing to do
But sit by the road waiting for you
He can't understand why you left him that day
He thought you were stopping to play
He's sure you'll come back and that's why he stays
How long will he suffer? How many more days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry
He's sick now from huger and falls with a sign
He lays down his head and closes his eyes
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.
 Author unknown

American Pit Bull Terriers

You made me what I am today, courage at its best.
You wanted me to know no fear, a cut above the rest.
Not only did I master that, I've thrown in loyalty, too.
Look past my eyes into my soul, you know I'd die for you.
I'll watch your kids, I'll watch your house.
Your praise will be my crown,
ask what you will-I'll do my best.
I'll even be your clown.
But some of you don't like me, I'm sure I don't know why.
The only thing I'm guilty of is courage, love, and try.
But still they want to see me go, they want my breed to end.
Will I see you sitting idly by? You, whom I call a friend?
You made me what I am today, you never saw me waiver.
I've done my best to keep you safe. Won't you please return the favor.
-Author Unknown

What Animal Do I Speak Of?


Their love is like no other,

their heart as pure as gold.

Yet while going on a friendly walk,

they're faced with stares of cold.

They're so very close to human,

in how they act and what they do,

Unless you've known their devoted love,

it's impossible to explain to you.

They are greatly more misunderstood,

thany any other breed.

We tend to punish this loyal dog,

Instead of mankind's deeds.

They are always and forever clowns,

with a wish for center stage.

Yet while displaying this sense of humor,

most people disengage.

They, oh, so want to make new friends,

and run and jump and play.

Yet when they happily approach,

most people shy away.

Often I've seen children poke,

or hop on for a ride.

And when I felt they might get mad,

they've only beamed with pride.

I've seen there children yank and pull,

with nary a reaction.

Yet media's not interested,

unless they've put someone in traction.

When other dog's have made the news,

this breed's name they affix.

But when this brave dog saves the day,

they call him "boxer mix".

They love to snuggle up real close,

to give lots of loves and kisses,

Yet they suffer more than any,

from unfair prejudices.

Their tails wag hard and hips twist, too,

more so than other mutts.

So those of us who know the breed,

we call them "wiggle butts".

What animal do I speak of,

Whose love is so unique?

If you've truly known one,

you know of whom I speak.

There is no creature on this Earth

who will ever make you merrier.

The animal I do speak of,

it's the American Pit Bull Terrier

By Patty Letawsky

 

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