"A Working Dog"
I've seen the Rocky Mountains
And the Gulf of Mexico,
The California surfers,
And palm trees by the row.
I've read the works of Shakespeare
And seen Picasso's paint,
The sounds of concert pianists
And heard the bagpipes quaint.
And all of these have trilled me,
but not one can compare
With watching herding dogs a-working,
A single or a pair.
There's magic in each movement
That Mozart never had,
And beauty in each turn
That makes my heart feel glad.
There's science in each answer
Of every whistled tone,
That Newton never though of
Nor ever was he shown.
There's feeling in the handling
That only poets know,
Or men that work with stock dogs
And feel the teamwork grow.
Wherever life may take you
In sunshine or in fog.
You'll never quite forget it
When once you've worked a dog.
Author Unknown
