More Thoughts


I got to thinking the other day
after many long years of living alone
just what is it that makes us this way
with nobody else to share our home
history shows that things went well
in the first few years of married bliss
but then as time did tell
things started to come amiss
and all of the love of those early days
could not withstand in so many ways
the pressures that life brings to the fore
and loved walked out of the open door
leaving behind a broken heart
and the price to pay is living apart
three attempts at trying to find love
in a marriage and a happy home
each one ending just like before
with me being shown the door
and finally choosing to live alone
rather than try to do it again
as a broken heart is not easy to mend
and it’s much easier to just be friends
after twenty five years of living alone
with many pets that I chaperoned
I do not wish to share my life
or have any other form of strife
and the remaining dogs get along just fine
and the quiet life is so sublime
they give me love and affection too
and sense when my moods are blue
they cheer me up with cuddles and wags
and lots of kisses if I get too close
these are things that I like the most
so instead of a wife my life to share
I have the love of my pets that are in my care
there have been a lot of pets in that time
as their lives are short beyond compare
new ones fill the holes left behind
each special in that moment so dear
they ask for nothing and in return
I give them love and caring too
and together we will see the end
when that final moment comes due…

Written 6/21/2019





It’s Raining Again


The 5000 gallon pond.

It’s been raining at my house for a few days
preventing me from going out to play
and any work around the ponds
has to be done with a raincoat on
and even after the rain has stopped
everything has turned to slop
and being outside is just not fun
as the dripping trees continue to run
I’ve spent time indoors sitting around
not wasting it as I have found
that time on the website that I maintain
is put to good use as I make it the same
as I picture exactly what I want it to be
and then write the code so that others can see
the pictures and words of upcoming things
they can see for themselves my offerings
in an attempt to show them what is in store
including the fabulous Austin Pond Tour
with fifteen ponds spread over two days
all different kinds and so many ways
to make a back yard a beautiful thing
so that others can see and their praises will sing
not knowing the time and the effort it takes
to turn it into a beautiful place
the rain has stopped and I venture outside
to look at my ponds that Nature does hide
from view as I sit writing these words
with growth so thick that even the birds
have trouble in finding the seeds that I spread
as I welcome their presence and they’re not underfed
birds of all colors some big and some small
jostling to get to their share of it all
the yard I have is a beautiful place
everything so green filling a space
in between the ponds of which there are four
filled with Goldfish and Koi and plants galore
with pathways between leading around and around
until back at the start you can be found
ready to do it over again
to see what you missed as its never the same
to maintain the ponds is a lot of work
which in the past I did not shirk
but as I now am eighty three
the work is catching up with me
and I’m no longer sure for how long I can last
as I do not work like in the past
and things are much harder than before
as old age is knocking at my door
and with it the loss of strength that I had
especially when I was a much younger lad
and what I will need to do
is close down the ponds before I am through
and still have the strength to perform this task
just a few more years is all I ask
as I live out my remaining days
just me and the dogs very set in our ways.

Written 5/11/2019


As We Grow Old


As we grow old we are sometimes alone
maybe through no fault of our own
and even in another life
we may even have had a wife
or two or three whatever the odds
and their actions mean we lost the toss
and even though they left us to go
and we grew too old and willing to roam
and had not the urge to pick up the phone
instead choosing to live alone
along with our pets who are our friends
who stay with us until their end
both dogs and cats are in that group
with one another in an endless loop
as such short lives they all do have
and when they are gone we are so sad
at losing yet another mate
whose love for us had been their fate
if I had one last request
it would be that at my behest
when I die and my soul moves on
and even if there is no song
I want it to be at the very same place
where all of my pets at their Pearly Gates
are waiting for me and welcome me home
and together we will never be alone
for the past twenty years my pets and I
have looked after each other with the lows and the highs
they have been there through good times and bad
and comforted me when I was sad
and carefully laid their chin on my knee
which was their way of comforting me
and in return I would stroke their fur
and the troubles would lessen with them being there
as I grow old with the passing years
and know that my end and all of my fears
will someday no longer be
and I hope then that my destiny
once young and vibrant and full of life
now old and wrinkled no longer in strife
my pets will still have someone to care
and look after them as I am not there
to give them the love that has been their life
and look after them without any strife
and even though their lives are short
this is one time that I have to report
that they could well outlive me
as my life fades into history.

For the love of a pet or in my case, many pets…

Written 4/15/2019



Gizmo


I went back to the Vets today
as I had a bill I needed to pay
for the efforts they made to save my pet
as they worked so hard to try to get
Gizmo back to his very best health
his funny and delightful self
and it was no fault of theirs
that Gizmo did not respond to their care
as they tried everything that they could
with skill and loving as they should.

It was a very difficult time
as Cindy who was a good friend of mine
was retiring after thirty one years
and all of that time we had shared
many pets of mine both cats and dogs
some we saved and others we lost
as I stopped by to say goodbye
both to Cindy and my little guy
as his surgery was for later that day
and how it would end we could not say.

As it happened it did not end well
although through the surgery my Vet could not tell
how it would end even though he survived
and was resting and very much alive
but his heart gave out and he passed away
and for all of us a very sad day
sadder for me because of my grief
but sad for the Vets whose one belief
was that Gizmo maybe had a chance
until his heart stopped with his death dance.

Over the years and for most of my life
there have been pets of various kinds
many dogs and cats of different breeds
have shared my life and made me pleased
that I could have such wonderful friends
who ask for little and in the end
give me so much more than I can say
love and affection every day
and in the end they all pass on
as their lifespan is but a song.

In Memory of Gizmo and my thanks to the wonderful Veterinarians and Staff especially Dr Donop who worked so hard and was so kind and understanding in my grief.

Written 4/7/2019





The Search Goes On…


Ginny the new girl

Ginny, the last one remaining of the original dogs…

As I am still looking for a companion for my little Dachshund, Ginnie, the loner and only female in the group, I decided to head to the three different Dog Rescues that I tend to visit on a periodic basis.

The first and furthest away is in Bastrop, a distance of 38 miles from my house. That is the same place that I got Mikey although at the time, his name was Charlie. It doesn’t seem to matter what I call him as he only comes when he feels like it. Actually, that is not really true as when I am out in the yard and working around the ponds, he is usually no more than a couple of steps away. Only if Ginnie starts to bark at something which she is prone to do, will he tear off at top speed to help her investigate whatever she was barking at.

I walked around the kennels at the Bastrop Rescue, many of which are empty as they are not inundated with dogs at this time. I did not see one Great Pyrenees and that has to be a first as usually, there are 2-3 of them. In the small dogs, they had a few mixed breeds and Chihuahuas, several of which were either males and/or in pairs. I didn’t see a single female that I thought would be a good companion for Ginnie.

My next stop was at the Austin Animal Shelter on Levander Loop which is the biggest of all of the places I visit. They had a lot of little dogs of all breeds and shapes and sizes but many had adopted stickers or were males. None of them said to me, “Take me home”.

My final stop was  at Austin Pets Alive in Tarrytown which is a little different than most shelters. It has four different areas all one after the other where they house the dogs several to an area. As these areas are adjoining, it is always a noisy place to visit as one barking dog sets off the rest of them. Again, these are all small dogs of different mixed breeds and varieties with Chihuahuas being the predominant strain and again, very few were female. So, very reluctantly, I left and made my way home wishing that that I was filthy rich and could give all of the dogs that I had seen today, a permanent place to call home.

Next week, I will take a drive to Georgetown, the place where I got Gizzy, just in case another small female dog is there and looking for a home.

Written 8/26/2018

Stimulant


DSC_1918-Pano

I opened up a brand new page
just so that I could see
if I could jog my memory
and something wonderful would emerge
making the effort worth the while
or if it would suit my style
as writing without a single thought
very often ends in nought
as my brain only functions with a light
something turned on by power so bright
a stimulant from this wonderful world
whose wonders we view with thoughts unfurled.

Alas, as hard as I tried nothing came
no words of wisdom from my brain
nothing to write or words to impart
it was just as though my brain would not start
at least in the way for others to see
no verse no rhyme no story from me
it really felt like my brain had shut down
refusing to work with anything profound
on days like today when thinkings a pain
I walk with the dogs to stimulate my brain
fresh air and good company and a break from it all
and maybe tomorrow the words will just fall.

Written 8/24/2018

 

One of Those Days


DSC_2687
Have you ever had one of those days
when the brain doesn’t work in so many ways
to go outside to work in the yard
but the brain tells you that it is hard
as the temperature is a hundred degrees
and no comfort found even under the trees
so you try to think of things to do
and your brain will not work like it hasn’t a clue
you stare at the screen hoping words will appear
that will tell you that the time is near
and your brain will start working and words you will write
but nothing appears on the screen in your sight
you try to think of other things to do
but your brain is acting like it hasn’t a clue
maybe go for a drive in my wonderful truck
with an Audiobook as my brain runs amok
as I try to figure the story ahead
but fooled by the ending as the hero is dead
my eyes are heavy so maybe a nap
but when I awake I will feel like crap
for having wasted such a beautiful day
when I should be outside at play
I think and think but nothing appears
I hate to waste a day of the years
of the few that are remaining to me
on this earth in this life my time foreseen.
the dogs are asleep in their usual place
each has a spot so as not to displace
each other or me as they snore away
content in their world no fears to allay
sometimes I wish that I were a dog
a beautiful life to sleep like a log
whenever the urge creeps up on me
safe in the arms of my family
Alas, for I have no such luck
and my brain is still not running amok
with ideas for me to do today
so inside writing poetry I will stay
and tonight later on I will spring back to life
and my brain will lose the anger and strife
that seems to have bothered me
as my brain does not work consistently
tomorrow is another day
and my brain will switch on and I will play
out in the woods along the trails
taking pictures of whatever Nature avails
something that I love to do
I think of yesterday and I haven’t a clue….

Written 6/30/2016