Poem

Here's a couple of nice poems that I thought you guys might like!

On the morning of September 11, 2001, there was an unprecedented amount of activity at the Rainbow Bridge. Decisions had to be made. They had to be made quickly. And, they were.
An issue, not often addressed here, is the fact that many residents really have no loved one for whom to wait. Think of the pups who lived and died in hideous puppy mills. No one on earth loved or protected them. What about the many who spent unhappy lives tied in backyards? And, the ones who were abused. Who are they to wait for?

We don't talk about that much up here. We share our loved ones as they arrive, happy to do so. But we all know there is nothing like having your very own person who thinks you are the most special pup in the Heavens.

Last Tuesday morning a request rang out for pups not waiting for specific persons to volunteer for special assignment.. An eager, curious crowd surged excitedly forward, each pup wondering what the assignment would be.
They were told by a solemn voice that unexpectedly, all at once, over 4,000 loving people had left Earth long before they were ready. All the pups, as all pups do, felt the humans' pain deep in their own hearts. Without hearing more, there was a clamoring among them - "May I have one to comfort?" "I'll take two, I have a big heart." "I have been saving kisses forever."
One after another they came forward begging for assignment. One cozy-looking fluffy pup hesitantly asked, "Are there any children coming? I would be very comforting for a child 'cause I'm soft and squishy and I always wanted to be hugged." A group of Dalmatians came forward asking to meet the Firemen and be their friends. The larger working breeds offered to greet the Police Officers and make them feel at home. Little dogs volunteered to do what they do best, cuddle and kiss.
Dogs who on Earth had never had a kind word or a pat on the head, stepped forward and said, "I will love any human who needs love."
Then all the dogs, wherever on Earth they originally came from, rushed to the Rainbow Bridge and stood waiting, overflowing with love to share - each tail wagging an American Flag.

Next poem coming in next post...

Here's the next one, enjoy!!

North of The Rainbow Bridge

by MakWa4me

The time comes. A Siberian Husky lifts up its head. There is an untested
adventure beyond. Time to go.
Across the Rainbow Bridge is a place for all dogs. A river runs wide and
shallow with tennis balls that fly with their own wings; that is the place
for a Labrador or Golden to await its master's arrival.
The Siberian is not content here. Northward is its trail....
There are soft pastures for Aussies and Border Collies, with sheep and
geese to pen. Agility equipment grows like trees amid Frisbees and
flyball.
But the North continues its sure wild call, and the Siberian's journey
continues....
Now the air is colder. Now the moon is always full. Now the light is
silver and it breaks and shimmers on fields of bright snow. Now there are
no roads, no walls, no pens, just endless space to run. This is where
Siberians gather, North of the Rainbow Bridge.
They wait in this beautiful place, happy, but not complete. Suddenly, a
howl begins, as one dog senses someone coming, someone very special. All
the Siberians raise their heads and join in the ancient chorus. They dance
like moonbeams and sing like winter winds.
There are red ones like dawn streaks, black ones splattered with many
colors and silver ones like the first strange hour before light. They line
up as if in harness and run together, in a scintillating, many-colored
streak. The leader of the team guides the others past the fields and
river, with racing feet and racing heart. They rush to greet the new
arrival at the Rainbow Bridge, where the leader is rejoined with its
beloved person, never to be parted again.
The glory of the reunion is celebrated by all the Siberians dwelling
beyond the Bridge, a glimmering, multicolored team leaping and whirling
with joy. The light from that scene is what we see on magical evenings in
the northernmost parts of this Earth: The Aurora Borealis, the Northern
Lights beyond the Rainbow Bridge.

I found the poems on www.adoptahusky.com

So did any of you like it? ;)

Those poems brought tears to my eyes! I just coulden't help but think about my RB Missy.

The first one was so sad... the pups that no one ever loved... and then 9/11. Very touching... thanks for sharing.

Now, I had no intention of sitting here reading PT and crying, but this did it! I've heard the first one long ago, and it's good to read it again.
But...
North of the Rainbow Bridge will be in my heart forever. How beautiful!!!!!! Thank you sooo much for posting this, and good-bye ---I have to go hug my siberians now.

You're welcome for sharing. I thought North of the Rainbow Bridge was beautiful, too, and like dab_20 said, all the pups that were never loved.