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  • New Poetry by Patricia Walter
  • Spirital Poetry by Patricia Walter
  • Animal Poetry by Patricia Walter
  • Cat Poetry by Patricia Walter
  • Dog Poetry by Patricia Walter
  • Friends Poetry by Patricia Walter
  • Fun Poetry by Patricia Walter
  • Kids Poetry by Patricia Walter
  • Life Poetry by Patricia Walter
  • Love Poetry by Patricia Walter
  • Nature Poetry by Patricia Walter

I have written a large number of poems about animals, cats, dogs, friends, love, life and nature.  I became an artist when I was fifty years old and I  painted about 450 paintings.  I felt each painting had a story to tell,  so I started to write poetry about the paintings. I now often write a poem first and then do a painting or graphic to illustrate the poetry. I have a large collection of poetry and I hope you enjoy reading my poems.Patricia Walter is a poet and artist featuring her original work at the Six Dog Studio Gallery with a large free ecard service.

Patricia with a few of her dog friends

joyous-thoughts-2002

Touched by Beauty

We all want to be touched
by wonderful music, beautiful art, love of our fellow man.
To be moved, drawn, taken to places unknown.
To feel an overwhelming chill from a beautiful orchestral phrase,
to be filled with warmth and joy from the color of a canvas,
to feel the wonder from touching the creativity of mankind.
How music, art and poetry cause such emotion is unknown,
but we all know when we are there –
what a cold world it would be without
the beauty of music, art and poetry.

Original Poetry by Patricia Walter 2000  ©

Patricia Walter is a poet and artist living in Marietta, Ohio. Her original poetry and art is featured at the Six Dog Studio Gallery. A free ecard service is available to send many of her poetry and art to friends. Pat & PJ
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Robbie – Blind Dogs Have Fun Too

Blind Dogs Have Fun Too Robbie loves to toss his ball no need for anyone else at all. Jumping and prancing he looks like he's dancing. Having fun galore he plays some more. Find another new toy no - playing ball is his joy. Taking time for a rest still loves his ball the best. Dedicated to Robbie - Blind but no Handicap Poetry & Photos by Patricia Walter 2016 ©

Blind Dogs Have Fun Too

Robbie loves to toss his ball
no need for anyone else at all.
Jumping and prancing
he looks like he’s dancing.
Having fun galore
he plays some more.
Find another new toy
no – playing ball is his joy.
Taking time for a rest
still loves his ball the best.

Dedicated to Robbie – Blind but no Handicap

Poetry & Photos by Patricia Walter 2016 ©

Summertime

Summertime Thought I'd take the summer off, get a little exercise - play some golf. Paint a little, write a poem, walk the dog, be alone. Take a trip, drive by car, get away, maybe go far. Time to think, wonder what's right, stare at the stars on a summer night. Visit some friends, walk the beach, anything's possible, nothing out of reach. A few long weekends with my mate, a lot of laughs, things are great. Have friends over, a cookout or two, it's summertime - impossible to feel blue. Warm summer days, fireflies at night, what a wonderful time - everything is right. Original Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

 

Summertime

Thought I’d take the summer off, get a little exercise – play some golf.
Paint a little, write a poem, walk the dog, be alone.
Take a trip, drive by car, get away, maybe go far.
Time to think, wonder what’s right, stare at the stars on a summer night.
Visit some friends, walk the beach, anything’s possible, nothing out of reach.
A few long weekends with my mate, a lot of laughs, things are great.
Have friends over, a cookout or two, it’s summertime – impossible to feel blue.
Warm summer days, fireflies at night, what a wonderful time – everything is right.

Original Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 2000 ©

Brothers

Brothers  Dedicated to Fritz & Sluggo Walter  We were part of a littler of six girls and boys, what a mix. Taken to the shelter, no one cared squealed and shook, really scared. Fell right out of a kennel so high hit the floor, started to cry. Back leg broken, limping and sore help me quickly, x-rays and more. Emails sent, looking for a reply need someone to help, who won't ask why. Taken to the vet, my brother and I cared for, repaired, in the wink of an eye. We are fortunate someone cared while thousands more, won't be spared.  Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 2005 ©

Brothers

Dedicated to Fritz & Sluggo Walter

We were part of a littler of six
girls and boys, what a mix.
Taken to the shelter, no one cared
squealed and shook, really scared.
Fell right out of a kennel so high
hit the floor, started to cry.
Back leg broken, limping and sore
help me quickly, x-rays and more.
Emails sent, looking for a reply
need someone to help, who won’t ask why.
Taken to the vet, my brother and I
cared for, repaired, in the wink of an eye.
We are fortunate someone cared
while thousands more, won’t be spared.

Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 2005 ©

The New Coat

The New Coat Winter is coming there's a chill in the air the weatherman said you better beware. I'm not very big have short white hair Mom said I better prepare. She put on my coat I would stand and stare I looked just like a cute woolly bear. It really felt warm hangs on the chair on cold windy days it's what I wear. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©

The New Coat

Winter is coming
there’s a chill in the air
the weatherman said
you better beware.
I’m not very big
have short white hair
Mom said
I better prepare.
She put on my coat
I would stand and stare
I looked just like
a cute woolly bear.
It really felt warm
hangs on the chair
on cold windy days
it’s what I wear.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©

The Joy is Ours

The Joy is Ours  Dogs share our lives make it complete keep us company lay at our feet. Entertain us give us joy think life is great with each new toy. A pat on the head scratch under the chin keeps them happy and we always win. The joy is ours to keep in our heart the dogs let us think we're pretty smart.  Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2006 ©

The Joy is Ours

Dogs share our lives
make it complete
keep us company
lay at our feet.
Entertain us
give us joy
think life is great
with each new toy.
A pat on the head
scratch under the chin
keeps them happy
and we always win.
The joy is ours
to keep in our heart
the dogs let us think
we’re pretty smart.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2006 ©

Shelter Dogs

Shelter Dogs You see everything in their eyes joy, hope - sadness & despair. Some are bewildered some just afraid some plain happy for a meal. A few miss home while most forget - chains, neglect and solitude. Lucky are the dogs that find new homes. But it's not up to them they have to voice it's up to you to be kind and caring. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2006 ©

Shelter Dogs

You see everything in their eyes
joy, hope – sadness & despair.
Some are bewildered
some just afraid
some plain happy for a meal.
A few miss home
while most forget –
chains, neglect and solitude.
Lucky are the dogs that
find new homes.
But it’s not up to them
they have to voice
it’s up to you
to be kind and caring.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2006 ©

May Tomorrow Be Better

May Tomorrow Be Better May today be better than yesterday tomorrow better than today tow steps forward - one step back still moving toward a better way. Patience and time become a guiding light while faith and friends help make it right. Our lives move on thru happy and sad the real trick seems to forget the bad. Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2006 ©

May Tomorrow Be Better

May today be better than yesterday
tomorrow better than today
tow steps forward – one step back
still moving toward a better way.
Patience and time
become a guiding light
while faith and friends
help make it right.
Our lives move on
thru happy and sad
the real trick seems
to forget the bad.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2006 ©

Why Do They Leave?

Why Do They Leave? It doesn't make any difference their color or size most dogs are very wise. They know their limits how to please, sometimes in fun they really tease. They join our lives, fill our heart we never ever want to part. Their lives are too short for the joy they give, why do they leave and we get to Live? Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©

Why Do They Leave?

It doesn’t make any difference
their color or size
most dogs are very wise.
They know their limits
how to please, sometimes in fun
they really tease.
They join our lives, fill our heart
we never ever want to part.
Their lives are too short
for the joy they give, why do they leave
and we get to Live?

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©