Had this poem put on pics of Buck, I am going to have it blown up so I can frame and hang it up......

Put this on here before, but here is the poem again:

The Spirit of a German Shorthair Dog

I was standing on a hillside, in a field of blowing wheat
And the spirit of a German Shorthair Dog was lying at my feet.
He looked at me with kind dark eyes, an ancient wisdom shining through
And in the essence of his being, I saw love there too.

His mind did lock upon my heart as I stood there on that day
And he told me of this story about a place so far away.
I stood upon that hillside in a field of blowing wheat
And in a twinkling of a second, his spirit had left my feet.

His tale did put my heart at ease, my fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me on another distant day.
"I live among God's creatures now, in the heavens of your mind
So do not grieve for me my friend, as I am with my shorthair kind.

My collar is a rainbow's hue, my leash a shooting star
My boundaries are the Milky Way where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here, for I am not confined
But free to roam God's heavens, among my Shorthair kind.

I nap the day on a snowy cloud, gentle breezes rocking me
And dream the dreams of earthlings, and how it used to be.
The trees are full of grouse up here and quail they do abound,
And pheasants line the meadows, just waiting to be found.

There even is a field trial grounds, the grass all lush and green
And everyone who gets around becomes a champion.
For we're all winners in this place, we have no faults you see
And God passes out those ribbons, to each one, even me.

I drink from waters laced with gold, my world a beauty to behold
And wise old dogs do form my pride to amble at my very side.
At night I sleep in an angel's arms, her wings protecting me
And moonbeams dance about us as stardust falls on thee.

So when your life on earth is spent and you stand at Heaven's gate Have no fear of loneliness, for here, you know I'll wait."