Poetry

Handler’s Prayer For One More Cast

Oh, I long for one more entry To ride behind of a crisp morning When we gather on the pipeline For the prayer for a safe ride Yes, I long to swing up on Monty My old handling horse I swapped for When my buddy lacked gas money And I’d just won the Derby Read more

Their Last Brace as Partners

December 28, 2024 | Poetry | Comments

They drew if fair And they drew it square The second course In the morning The one you want If you got enough dog And a scout Well-mounted and sharp-eyed Read more

My Thanksgiving

November 27, 2024 | Ferrel Miller, Poetry | Comments

This Thanksgiving I give thanks For the opportunities To watch great all-age dogs Looking back on those years I give thanks for the chances God gave me to write up The best dogs of those days Read more

Rosco and Meg

November 22, 2024 | Poetry | Comments

Rosco said he’d scout for me No one else would, so I said thanks He led Meg out and cut her loose She grabbed an edge and took it, out of sight Rosco swung up on his ugly mare Reined her into woods on right Next thing I know Meg popped out on the left Took that edge forward, happy, fast, to my delight Read more

Opening Day

November 15, 2024 | Poetry | Comments

Opening Day On your way With your bird dogs It’s the best life can be Another season you’ve made To go forth behind them As they surge before you Seeking scent on the breeze Read more

Abandoned Churches of North Dakota

October 24, 2024 | Poetry | Comments

Have you driven North Dakota Seen the churches long abandoned Standing unpainted off the highways Still standing tall as when erected by Homesteaders Just off ships from Norway, Sweden, Germany? Families hauled here by the railroads The Great Northern and the Soo Line In their immigrant cars filled with Man, wife, children, team, cow, shoat, ewe and goose Read more

No Thrill

October 19, 2024 | Poetry | Comments

There is no thrill so fine As to release a derby you Have bred and raised from a pup In its first field trial stake Watch it cast to the front Hunt in yonder to a ridge Turn to see you here behind Then cast on in glee to find Birds to point and hold — For an instant Then as fall falls away Into winter as it grows Into a muscled real bird dog And stays longer at its finds Lets you walk in front to flush Finally watches birds fly away Stays put to get your praise Earned by learning what you want How long will it take You never know until it’s done But when it is you can take pride In your journey with your pup Read more

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