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                | "My Garden Walk" My garden walk is lovely and beckons me each day,  To visit under stately boughs where frisky squirrels play.
 With verdant foliage, tangled vines, and wild flowers  scattered
 there,  I love to pause on garden bench without a troubled care.
 While neon hummingbirds delight in nectar's sweet  domain, 
             I listen to the lullaby of meadowlark's refrain.
 And sometimes late at evening, if I sit very  still, 
             The red fox family scampers out of den and over hill.
 To watch in wonderment at dusk, while bats do soar and  dive, 
             I can become a part of those around me so alive.
 If you have not a garden walk to take away your  care, 
             I hope that you may join me soon, my garden walk to share.
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                | "A Heart Strong and True" The red-tailed hawk dove and swung through the  sky, 
             With a heart so strong and true.
 A free life lived as wild ones live,
 Soaking rains, searing sun, azure blue.
 As the mighty hawk rose on the updrafts that day,  A bullet tore through his brave chest;
 And the bird fell to earth, to the cruel ground below,
 His life force ebbing fast from his breast.
 As the hawk cried out with startled surprise,  A hiker below watched him fall;
 So the kind man searched 'til the bird was found,
 In crimson stained grasses so tall.
 The hiker then captured the bird in his pack  And sought help from a man whom he knew,
 A man who saved animals injured and sick,
 For his heart was strong and true.
 As the wildlife healer mended tissue and bone,  The red-tailed had nothing to fear;
 Quite soon the fierce warrior regained all his strength,
 And the man knew his time was now near.
 After several months passed, the hawk was  returned, 
             To the freedom that only he knew;
 As he raced with the wind, screamed defiant farewell,
 And forever, his heart strong and true!
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                | My Little  One Oh, little one, you were content  to
 live with  mother good; But, little one, they set a trap to 
 catch her  if they could.
 And, little one, your mother strong 
 went into  trap of steel.
 She only meant to find for you a  morsel
 of a  meal.
 Then, little one, while you looked  on,
they took  your mom away; And though you whimpered and you  cried,
 they  did not let her stay.
 With shining eyes to melt a heart,
 you waited  for her there;
 But, little one, the problem was, the 
  humans  did not care.
 They called on me to come and get  the
 little orphaned  coon, And I arrived in darkest night to 
find  you none  too soon
 For you were cold and hungry now, 
from  days and  nights gone by.
 I said to you, my little one, no  longer
 would  you cry.
 I held you tight against my  breast,
 and to your  mom I swore That I would raise you, comfort you, 
  and you  would fear no more.
 So little one, you’re dreaming now
so   safe, and  full, and warm
 And I am thus rewarded to have  rescued
 you from  harm.
 Oh, little one, when months from  now
 I say farewell  to you Although you will not mean it, you
 will break  my heart in two.
 But I will be here every day in case 
  a call might  come:
 “We have an orphan, cold and  scared. 
 Can  you save this little one?"
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                | Miss Mousie So tiny a mouse was brought to me  Mauled by a dog, poor baby.
 Asked kind lady at my door,
 “Can you please save her?”
 Maybe.
 I fed Miss Mousie, cleansed her wounds;  The best of care I tended
 Until she grew to feed herself
 Because she was now mended.
 Now all too soon, the time has come  To bid a sad good-bye,
 And whisper gently in her ear
 While trying not to cry.
 And so a little mouse has taught  A lesson learned of living:
 It’s not how large the life we save;
 The deed is in the giving.
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                | A Wildlife Rehabilitator’s Plea Spotted fawn left all alone in this vast world; you knew  not
why.  I answered softly in your ear,
 “Please come to me; don’t cry; don’t cry.”
 Newborn squirrel fallen far from nest to ground, no mother near,
 Come to me now; I shall protect and comfort you, my dear, my  dear.
 Oh, hungry wrens within the nest are calling loudly; so  they
 dare.  Please bring them to me, everyone.
 For them, I shall take care, take care.
 And bobcat fierce thrown on the road from speeding car and careless 
one;
 Bring him to me; for I am strong.  He will be whole when I am  done.
 Chirping baby otter found upon cold river bank, I  fear; 
             Come to my knowing heart for love.
 I shall be here; I shall be here;
 And all the orphaned, injured ones, come from the wild, to me, to  me.
 With every breath that I may have I’ll set you free;  you will 
be  free.
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                | Little Dogs Three Little Dogs three have come into our home  Bringing laughter and joy every where they appear.
 While they play tug-of-war at the end of the day,
 How our lives are enriched with these friends we hold dear.
 Though they were not wanted by owners long ago,  To us they are loved as our family.
 With kisses and tail wags, they tell how they feel:
 Max, Rascal, and Shiloh, the Little Dogs Three.
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                | Traces When you have gone and I still linger here,  It will comfort me to hold this memory dear,
 To see within my mind your lovely face  To watch you move with elegance and grace,
 To know that I did everything I could
 Within my means to make you strong and good.
 And you will leap without a backward glance,  Prepared to challenge obstacle or chance.
 Into a world of wonder you will fly
 While I step back in silent, brave good bye.
 Please know this, and remember it, my dear,
 If you should need my help, I will be here.
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                | With These Two Hands With these two hands I’ll comfort you  And make you well again.
 With these two eyes, I’ll see you
 As though you were my friend.
 With these two ears I’ll listen
 To your every need and care.
 With these two arms I’ll hold you tight
 So you know I am there.
 With this one heart I’ll give love
 Devoted, strong, and true,
 And not a care or worry
 Will filter through to you.
 And when you have recovered
 Tomorrow or today
 With these two hands, I’ll set you free’
 To watch you fly away.
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