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  • Rescue Poetry: Rescue Poem

    Hank is one of many bulldogs who are rescued and rehomed every year by English Bulldog Rescues.

    by Arlene Pace
    September 18, 1998

    Once I was a lonely dog,
    Just looking for a home.

    I had no place to go,
    No one to call my own.

    I wandered up and down the streets,
    in rain in heat and snow.

    I ate what ever I could find,
    I was always on the go.

    My skin would itch, my feet were sore,
    My body ached with pain.

    And no one stopped to give a pat
    Or a gently say my name.

    I never saw a loving glance,
    I was always on the run.

    For people thought that hurting me
    was really lots of fun.

    And then one day I heard a voice
    So gentle, kind and sweet,

    And arms so soft reached down to me
    And took me off my feet.

    No one again will hurt you
    Was whispered in my ear.

    You’ll have a home to call your own
    where you will know no fear

    You will be dry, you will be warm,
    you’ll have enough to eat

    And rest assured that when you sleep,
    your dreams will all be sweet.

    I was afraid I must admit,
    I’ve lived so long in fear.

    I can’t remember when I let
    A human come so near.

    And as she tended to my wounds
    And bathed and brushed my fur

    She told me ‘bout the rescue group
    And what it meant to her.

    She said, We are a circle,
    A line that never ends.

    And in the center there is you
    protected by new friends.

    And all around you are
    the ones that check the pounds,

    And those that share their home
    after you’ve been found.

    And all the other folk
    are searching near and far.

    To find the perfect home for you,
    where you can be a star.

    She said, There is a family,
    that’s waiting patiently,

    and pretty soon we’ll find them,
    just you wait and see.

    And then they’ll join our circle
    they’ll help to make it grow,

    so there’ll be room for more like you,
    who have no place to go.

    I waited very patiently,
    The days they came and went.

    Today’s the day I thought,
    my family will be sent.

    Then just when I began to think
    It wasn’t meant to be,

    there were people standing there
    just gazing down at me.

    I could tell they felt it too.
    for a special dog like you.

    Now every night I say a prayer
    to all the Gods that be.

    Thank you for the life I live
    and all you’ve given me.

    But most of all protect the dogs
    in the pound and on the street.

    And send a Rescue Person
    to lift them off their feet.

    Poem submitted by @goobers mom
    Comments 7 Comments
    1. NikkiSchoolcraft's Avatar
      NikkiSchoolcraft -
      I this! I also that you used Hank's pic...he is a special boy!
    1. sandierea's Avatar
      sandierea -
      Love the poem. I am so thankful to the rescue for allowing us to bring Hank into our life- he really is a special boy.
    1. goobers mom's Avatar
      goobers mom -
      Thank you for posting this poem I have always loved it. It makes you stop and think about all the poor bullies that are in rescue.
    1. Lucy-licious's Avatar
      Lucy-licious -
      again, another thought provoking poem
    1. dozersmama's Avatar
      dozersmama -
      Too late, I read this at work. MISTAKE!
    1. kazzy220's Avatar
      kazzy220 -
      .. I read it at work too ... luckily there's nobody else here right now!!
    1. izstigspunks's Avatar
      izstigspunks -
      ... good thing I'm at home right now.

      Very sweet poem.