"A Prayer From An Old Short Hair"
By Charles Rose
waken from fitful sleep, legs jerking, low growls deep within my chest;
eyes look down on a wrinkled graying muzzle;
effort I roll, Looking at gnarled scarred feet and legs bearing a million old
cactus spines buried within;
me of all those prickly pear and jumping cactus.
I lift my weary head and gaze upon a graying, cloud filled November sky;
I breathe in,,,ahhhh ,,, finally,,, fall is here!!!
I gaze into the heavens above.
please grant my master the strength to make one more season;
years have passed since our first hunt together,,,
have led him through cactus and mesquite, Tall grass, rocks hills and creeks.
have seen together ten thousand covey rises, a thousand cackling roosters and
a million ducks taking flight.
now, as I look in the window,,, I see my loving master has tired,,, his pace
has slowed and his once commanding voice raspy and faded.
three lifetimes now have I pointed his quail, flushed his roosters, marked his
ducks,,, and brought them all to hand,, well most anyhow, and the few I
ate,,,well he didn't really want them anyhow.
time has caught us both,,, now he is slow to rise from his rocker as am I from
my pad,,, his weathered face and my clouded eyes ,,,, neither the same as
before,,, but still the lines in his face are maps I follow in my dreams,,,
when clearer eyes led the way through green briar and snow,,, sandstorms and
lord grant us one more season so that as we each pass from this life we may
pass on to our sons and daughters the life, the love, the joy and the sorrows
of a thousand hunts we've shared.
Lord, finally when the season is done would you grant him a soft chair, and me
a fine rug,,,
the hearth in your heavenly lodge.....
Lord, Please, Just one More Season.......
by Duke, Rags, Moose, JD, Bubba, Rocky and Killer.
with the heaviest of hearts I must add another to this list.
October the sixth 2001 at around four a.m the greatest friend, companion
partner a man could have in this life left me.
This will be the first season
In 12 years that I’ve had to walk the fields without my dear Rags. All I can say Is wait for me girl,
I'll be home soon just keep watching over the pups for me until I get there.
Rags for so Many years.
Rose…… .Never your master, always your friend and partner.
This Page is Dedicated to My Father,
And to the great German Shorthairs we had in My Youth.