It’s no secret of the deep
You’re my best friend!
Art and Verse by Patricia Walter 2002 ©
About Patricia Walter
Patricia is the owner/webmaster of A Poet's Corner. She has written a large number of poems which she often illustrates with her paintings and graphics.
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 ©
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 ©
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
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
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 ©