by Marjorie Brown
"How long have you been with dogs?"
"I'm still learning," he said. "I'm still learning".
You could tell he'd have none of the 'new fangled',
He would have hunted and shot over dogs,
He'd bred, shown, paraded and judged,
So, we ringside 'Johnny-come-latelies,
Finalist 1996 Poetry Competition Top Dog Journal
I asked this old chap at the show.
"Forty odd years and more," he replied
"Then there's not much you wouldn't know."
And it made me [ponder a while,
On those who know it all in three months,
And I gave him the ghost of a smile.
He was old fashioned right down to the core,
But I'll bet when judges gathered together,
His name would rank up in the fore.
Before most of us had been born.
He'd sat with his dogs in the brush
And with them had scented the dawn.
He knew it all, ouside from in,
But, "I'm still learning", he said
With his quiet , unobtrusive, small grin.
All we experts who own just one pup,
Remember that old guy's forty years of "still learning",
And for goodness sake , learn to shut up !