A Labrador writes a poem…

I was adopted…

Two dogs lived with me
a kind woman cared for us
but it wasn’t home
I waited for the feeling
then they walked through the front door

girl, boy, and mother
spoke to me, gentle voices
showing interest
mother and woman shook hands
I jumped in the car, smiling

sniffing in the yard
marking my territory
sniffing through the house
each corner felt like comfort
finally, I found my home

mom, Dad, and children
walked me, played chase, tennis balls
somersaulted on
soft grass. Fetching was fun, but
letting go I did not like

they taught me commands
to sit, stay, come, heal, lie down
I love to shake paw
I learned quickly and got treats
and lots of loving cuddles

humans say time flies
almost thirteen, I’m old now
but with my people
who don’t hit, kick, or starve me
I am loved and protected

sad faces on screen
anger hearts of compassion
unthinkable acts
please throw them your safety net
adoption saves lives for all

p.s. I love my family so much!

Sometimes, I’m bashful.
I worship the sun.
I make time for listening.

In honor of National Poetry Month, Copper wanted me to share his new poem. He hopes you enjoyed learning how he found his forever family, and that adopting dogs and cats is really, really important.

He sends you big kisses for a Happy, Happy Day! ❤️❤️

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

Fulfillment

joy could encompass
if you unfetter your goals
and dreams functioning
parallel with purposes
to be recognized upon

the path that guides you
because they desire to shift
and slide however
their moods or penchants persuade,
longing to find fulfillment

© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

A Welcoming Sunrise

Love doesn’t search for origin
or shade of skin.
It holds no judgement of gender
or dwellings we reside in.

Love doesn’t search for success
or garments on our back.
It is unattached to wealth
or possessions we lack.

Love draws no margins,
no fettering of abilities.
Love praises positivity,
loathing all inequities.

What soul doesn’t wish
for acceptance to travel
pathways of truth, to
thrive in the promise of life’s
phenomenal sunrises?

© Lauren Scott, baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.

Photo: LS ❤️

The Effects

Blossoms feel poorly
from absence of rainwater
darkened clouds inept
blooms exploding with vibrant
colors now wear faded hues


Petals caught in an
unprovoked lasting combat
friendly faces sad
their leaves brittle and drooping
green thumb’s joy crushed to the ground


Bucks, does, and fawns live
in open space where the road
meets the hills, but drought
merged its parchedness upon
the land that nourished their souls

Now they mosey through
busy neighborhoods seeking
sustenance, unaware cars
don’t know the grave difference
eyes of drivers distracted


Turning back time is
not an option for saving
flora and fauna
who have fallen victim to
this climate alteration

Is the cause labeled
debated on both sides with
no agreement reached?
If we all did our small part
a rescue could come, maybe

Lauren Scott (c) 2022

A Blooming Conundrum

sunlight fashions smiles
lifting faces to the blue
they sense springtime has
sidled up next to autumn
craving notoriety

rainfall quenches thirst
nourishment long awaited
wilted leaves revive

bright petals unfold
shivering with elation
winter watches with
concern as the months of spring
have seemingly reappeared

Lauren Scott (c) 2021
Photos from our yard with
thoughts from November.





A Calming Landscape

When the sun ascends
and birdsong fills the mountain
air, when lake water
cleanses every ounce of us,
we are lost in nature’s home.

When the trail leads us
into depths of silence and
mountains touch the azure sky,
when wildflowers paint the land,
all senses become spellbound.

Lauren Scott (c) 2020
Photos from our lake camping trip (prior post)

💗💗💗