“The Ole Blue Dog”
The teary-eyed Rancher held her as she gave her last breath,
he loved that mean ole blue dog, even to her death.
All the pups lay still except one big blue,
looked just like his mother, that the rancher knew.
That blue healer grew and soon learned what to do,
the rundown ranch could not afford to pay a working crew.
Each day he’d whistle and throw him in the truck,
getting all the work done would certainly take some luck.
Blue loved two things and one was his old red ball,
he’d chase it for hours, down the long barn hall.
The rancher shook his head, no time to throw the ball today,
the cows had to be fed and it was time to get the hay.
Summer turned to winter and then a chilling cold,
it was time for all the grown cattle to be sold.
Out came the saddle, the horse and his winter coat,
trying to beat the weather was their only hope.
They gathered the cattle working as a team,
herding them across the meadow and the icy stream.
A blizzard hit and the old rancher was trapped,
a safe way to home was not on the map.
The blue dog looked up and sensed the old man’s fear,
he knew help for his old friend wasn’t near.
With a raging storm and the frozen breeze,
the rancher and cows were sure to freeze.
The rancher grabbed Blue tightly holding him by his head,
"You go get help now Blue, go get rancher Ted!"
A test of courage that blue dog would have to prove,
with a sign from the man, he was off in one quick move.
The trees and mountains looked the same white,
the chill set in his bones and started to bite.
Blue‘s tired and frozen legs started to give out,
he was soon to find out what death was all about.
His ears were frosted and his eyes not too clear,
he thought he smelled smoke, and it seemed very near.
With his last bit of strength he gave one painful crawl,
Blue suddenly remembered the man throwing the old red ball.
Remembering that ole man and the love in his voice,
he had to get help, he had no other choice.
With every last effort he climbed to the porch,
the door suddenly opened, the warm fire felt like a torch.
The neighbor looked down and knew the dog needed help now,
he later learned that Ole Blue had saved every last cow.
Well Blue thawed out and was the hero in town,
a reporter came out and wrote the whole story down.
With a wrinkled smile the ole rancher opened the truck door,
and with a big leap, the blue dog took his place once more.
Headed for town, not taking time to clean a stall,
the old man entered the store, and purchased a brand new red ball.