Life with Siberian Huskies
The Journey is more important than the destination
Dogs of Glory: Poetry
Dogs of Glory
I look into those eyes of blue,
intelligence just shining through.
I hear the sound of 40 feet,
pulling a sled through the sleet.
That sled has gone into the night,
the runners swished, then out of sight.
All this passed into my mind,
how could I have been so blind.
Those furry beings noble and true,
the ones with eyes so blue.
Their story passed in just one glance,
they went on by and seemed to prance.
Their lives may be ruled by chance,
but proud they are, and will advance.
Once they’ve set that crazy pace,
life for them is just a race.
And as they passed… I felt the heat,
heard the drumming of their feet.
Passing me the stories of kin,
emanating from their furry skins.
They ran with everything they had,
wanting to make their ancestors glad.
I stood alone in the dark that night,
watching those hounds, go out of sight.
I knew I had to tell the stories,
of sled dogs, and their race to glory.
TJ, 2018
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