The beauty if always there
if we take time to look.
Verse & Art Patricia Walter 2002 ©
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 ©