Author's Note: At the time this poem was written as an
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Bear had not yet been admitted to the ASCA Hall of Fame.
I may not be in the Hall of
Fame,
But from coast to coast people know my name.
To a little-known kennel named Pincie Creek
I came one day, my fortune to seek.
They needed me, there was no
doubt
So I decided to help them out.
Before too long it was plain to see
They just couldn't operate without me.
I can handle the brutes,
coming into the chute
Or pamper the mamas with babies.
There's no chore here that I can't do
I'm indispensable, and that's no maybe.
I know when to push, and when to fall back
I wait for my hit 'til my timing's exact.
The sheep and the cows all tremble with fear
At the very thought of "The Bear" being near.
Intelligent, trainable,
gritty and tough,
I can handle it all -- nothing's too rough.
But I'm also gentle when the need arises --
Comical, entertaining, and full of surprises.
I'm affectionate in my own unique way
I know how to talk when I've something to say.
It's said that I'm the
epitome
Of what a good stockdog ought to be.
I just know that I love what I do
I live for my work, don't you wish you did, too?
One day if you're lucky, when
I'm old and gray
You'll remember what I had to say this day.
And if you're luckier still, you will recall
That one day, you saw the best of them all --
Hall of Fame Sire WTCH
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"THE BEAR"
© 1999 by Elaine Chapman Stevens
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