Poem

This poem was on Karen Ramstead's site, a memorial poem for Iditarod dogs...

> I'll lend you for a little while, > a Pup of mine he said.> For you to love the while he lives,> and mourn for when he's dead.> > It may take 13-16 years,> or unfortunately 2-3.> But will you til I call him back,> train/ take care of him for me.> > He'll bring his charm to gladden you,> and should his stay be brief.> You'll have his lovely memories,> as solace for your grief.> > I cannot promise how long he'll stay,> Since all from Earth return.> But there are trails and Lessons down there,> I want this Pup to learn.> > I've looked this wide world over,> in My search for Mushers true.> And from the throngs that crowd Lifes Lanes,> I have selected you.> > Now, will you give him all your love,> nor count the labor vain.> Nor hate me when I come to call,> to take him back again.> > I fancied that I heard then say> " Dear Lord thy will be done",> for all the joy this Pup shall bring,> The risk of grief we'll run.> > We'll shelter him with tenderness,> we'll love him while we may.> And for the happiness we've known,> forever grateful stay.> > But should the Silver Harness fit him,> much sooner that we planned.> We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,> and try to understand.> > "MOM, the trails up here are Heaven Sent,> made by non other than God.> WE'LL look for YOU and all the rest,> way up north... on Iditarod.">
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