Cry Freedom!
(For Rescue Dogs Everywhere)

Imprisoned, detained, incarcerated, Why?
I have done no wrong, harmed no-one, yet here

I spend my days, behind these bars.

This bare concrete floor beneath my feet

is cold and hard and grey,

as grey as the days I spend here in my cell.

I’m exercised and fed ok.

My keepers smile and do their best, but still,

it’s not like home.

And I still don’t know what I’ve done to deserve

my sentence in this place.

My best friend fell asleep one day, that much I remember,

I tried but couldn’t wake him, not knowing what to do,

until someone found us there together.

Things happened very quickly, before I knew it,

here I was.

Locked up, behind these awful bars.

Stared at everyday by those who seem to

come and go so freely.

Why, I ask again, what have I done?

No-one listens to my cries,

and every day’s the same.

Monotony, seeming endless hours.

From all around my fellow inmates

let up the self same cry,

a cry for freedom, a cry of sheer despair.

People come and talk from time to time,

but do they care?

Why won’t someone show the love I once knew?

I need to be away from here,

to feel carpets beneath my feet,

feel the warmth of a welcoming fire,

to run free upon the hills.

If only just one person would see me,

and understand,

perhaps then they’d let me out.

If someone would offer to give me a home.

Here’s another one coming, time to start wagging my tail!

Brian L Porter

For more details of Brian "Harry" Porter''s publications please see his website - http://harry-porter.webs.com/

For entertaining and amusing tails of his rescue dogs from the point of view of his dog, Tilly please visit her blog at http://tillyrescuedog.blogspot.com/

Baggage
(The Meaning of Rescue)

Now that I am home, bathed, settled and fed,

All nicely tucked up in my warm new bed

I’d 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 the 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 that wasn’t good enough –

For they didn’t want me.

 

Will you add to my baggage?

Will you help me unpack?

Or will you 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 repack?

I pray that you do – I’m so tired you see,

But I do come with baggage –

Will you still want me?

 

By Evelyn Colbath