Our family lives with a little, brown, short–legged Creature named Heidi. She is getting older now, but she’s still pretty spry. She’s a Miniature Dachshund. She is one of the brightest rays of Sunshine in our Family. Her Spirit inspires all of us. She weighs about 10 lbs, but she thinks she’s closer to 200 lbs. when other dogs come around in the park. She is kind and considerate to everyone. Everyone Human that is. She has never scrapped with another Dog, but she has come close –She lets them know–she will if she has to. I just wanted to share a little about her story with all of You… I hope you enjoy my poem about Heidi… Steve
Ode to Little Miss Heidi
(On our Walk through the Park)
Fleet of Foot—Eyes filled with Deep Shine
She looks back upon Me— riding along with her this time
I am here trying my best to keep up I assure her
She pulls me along— going faster and further
Her tongue spills to the side and her cadence is driven
I Must Explore—She Declares—as her Freedom is given
She tugs at restraint with insistent forbearance
You’re only along for the ride—insistent She tells me— One of her Parents
Curious, Brave and filled with Exuberant Vitality
Her Spirit inspires me — with its’ Totality
To see the Horizon— Quiet—Tranquil Her Gaze
Is that not the goal of us all, as we play out our days?
She stops now and then to partake of the odors
Of her like kind where they press at the borders
Her Deep Link to what she was Born to, comes as she Pledges
Her Deep, Blood Felt Interest— as She Sniffs all the edges
She Smiles on Visitors, encountered when passed
Her Head bobs up quickly as She looks up and asks
Her Ear to Ear grin tries to Convey
Are you Happy as Me?— How is your Day?
What would I be like if I had been born in her form, born in her fashion?
Would my reason for living be parallel to hers? Would I have her same Passion?
Would I be Swift or would I be Lazy?
Would I be Gentle or would I be Crazy?
My mind wanders to all the varied and interesting possibility
Would I be Husky, Bristled and looking to Fight?
Or would I be Sneaky and Quiet— as I Prowled through the Night?
Or Light on my Feet and High Jumping?—I think I Just Might
Her Exuberance for Life is Real, Honest and Peaceful in kind
To have her lasting tranquility is what enters my mind
Did the Creator intend for heaven to be theirs?
Maybe those of us traveling on two feet are really—Their…True… Heirs?
Maybe heaven is hers and she has been gifted
With long, deep, sleepy sleeps, sneaky snacks and cool, cool water
A long, fast, speedy walk now and then
And me…lucky to be along…someone…she considers a friend