what power, their legs
as they push through the dirt of grassy hills
corralling their victims—no, their friends,
back to the homes they belong
hidden away from predators
once, these dogs were the predator
sinking teeth deep into supple flesh
those they now call friend
call neighbor
call a friendly stranger
a herding dog, a masterpiece
of something dangerous turned
sworn into knighthood
with sticky blood down
their mouth, their neck
of swords crossed
against bear
against fox
against Wolf
again and again and again and again and again and again and again
they fight to right the wrongs of their ancestors, their culture
how dedicated they are to be something they never were
what they grew to become
i hope in this day, this year
where the world around me falls and crumbles
more men and women will realize
the power in a herding dog
i hope they too can become knights
take sword to the throat
risk their strings and their blood
for a cause their ancestry once craved to destroy
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Emily Principe (
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Once wild turned mild. A lovely dedication to mans best friend. I am a dog man and feel a close affinity to the species. Have had a few and everyone a loyal friend. Loved the poem it touched the heart. Loved the message of how we all can become more than what nature gave us. A fave
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A lovely write of mans best friend and how this particular type of dog is percieved, I wish like this dog man would follow suit, enjoyed the read
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