Ben’s View #Haiku

Thank you so much for coming to visit a dog poet. My poems for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge are a take on life from a canine perspective. We poet’s write one of the structured poems permitted and have to integrate, as synonyms, the two words given as a prompt. This week the words are slow and work.

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You can read all the poems from last week here: Tuesday poetry challenge 120, recap

And, if you need a little bed time reading to send you to sleep, you can read all my poems ever, here: The dog poet’s poems

You can also read all about my big walking charity challenge here: Mucky Boots and Flawless Paws

 

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Ben’s View

Window on the world

Dogs employed herding sheep

Farmer strolls behind

By Ben the dog poet © 2019

 

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Ben’s world 28/03/2018

Hello,

how lovely of you to visit me, thank you. This is a snap shot of my world in response to the questions posed in Cee’s weekly ‘Share Your World

You can read all about my v. v. v big adventure by visiting my home page and also, my Munro blogs. All my poems are here  dog-poets page

What is your favorite color of hair? You can name your hair color or a color that you just like.

I’m a tri coloured Border Collie, mostly dark brown, which is a bit difficult to work with. However, I’ve got a streak of white running down my nose and I wondered about a bit of purple and orange, for a punk dog effect. What do you think, would it suit me?

My person is getting more and more grey but I’m not sure I’m allowed to tell you that. I hope I don’t go that way.

List at least 5 things that you are good at.

  1. Playing ball
  2. Swimming
  3. Play fighting with Oscar my best pal
  4. Eating up ALL of my dinner
  5. Unconditional love

What is your favorite animal or type of animal? (pets, dolphins, stuffed, wild cats, etc)

Well now, it used to be dogs, for obvious reasons, but just recently I’ve got a friend from an altogether different species called Mickey. He is a rather tenacious little mouse that got into my van and hung around for three months, despite our best efforts to move him on. You can read all about him here. In the end I grew very fond of him and I do miss him now! I was hoping he was going to come with us on our great adventure.

One women, her dog and a mouse on the Munros 🙂 .

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?  .

Writing a poem for Colleen’s Tuesday poetry challenge about swimming.

I wonder what you have all been up to.

Love Ben

 

DBTG – We’re at it again

Friends, collies, traveller’s dogs,

So sorry to put my tails of the first weekend on hold but we are off again. Then I’ll have even more to tell you. I think I’ll be playing that thing called catch up all summer.

The time we hope to do:

  • Glas Tulaichean and Carn an Righ, which we missed last time because of high winds.
  • The Glenshee 6 (lots and lots of exclamation marks)
  • Ben Vorlich and Stuc a’Chroin
  • An Caisteal and Beinn a’Chroin

Bye-the-bye Sue, We always have badger with us. He – for it is a he – has a very special place in my van – permanently on the handbrake. He was going to be our mascot but he is just a little too heavy, with every thing else we have to lug up the hills (mainly my treats, hee, hee). So, he is on the handbrake because, if B’s mum was still around she wouldn’t have a moments rest till B phoned in to say she was home and OK. Therefore, having badger on the brake reminds us that we mustn’t take unnecessary risks, if we are getting carried away.

You should see my van Sue, there’s all sorts in there: St Christopher, Buddha, some strange looking thing with stiches all over it, my mascot and the search and rescue collie on the dashboard. My latest thing is collecting fridge magnets. I’ve only got one at the moment but B likes it. Is says Guinness.

Anyway, better get some shut eye before we’re off.

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Love Ben xx

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Going off message with your permission – re my survey results!

Friends, collies, Bo & Sunny

I’m so pleased you don’t mind when I stray a little from the hills, to let you in on the musings of a young dog about the very confusing world he has been catapulted into.

Well… I’ve been sitting on this one but a recent bit of intelligence has tipped me over the edge. In all honesty, I’m barking mad about it. Did you know there has been a long and noble history of something similar to me at the seat of the most powerful government for 150 years. Fair enough, there has also been a feline kicking around Downing Street for a bit, ingratiating itself with a number of incumbents, but I guess that is a reasonable representation of the state of play: dogs in Washington, cats in London; sorry Tink 😦

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https://www.whitehousehistory.org/white-house-pets/top-dogs-at-the-white-house

Well apparently – with the new man – all that is a thing of the past. I think that says it all. After all our stately duties and ambassadorial appearances, to say nothing of our calming properties soothing the great minds of high office. No longer is there a guiding bark to steer the President’s tweeting hand. I can only predict that nothing good will come of this.

Can you imagine what I would do if I could get close to those ankles? Guess what, B wouldn’t even try to restrain me, despite her pacifist tendencies.

What would you do if you were a dog? Please only reply with things that won’t close my blog down forever.

Burying my head in the sand Ben’s Towers.

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Love Ben x

Review of my Munro year, 2016

Friends, collies, climbing dogs

Well here it is fans, my wonderful first Munro year in verse!

My Van, getting us there

Road runner motoring on
– Tin box with complex needs –
Motorway or city throng
Rivers Forth and Clyde nae heed.

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Weather

Awesome screens of deep hung mist
Refreshment for a sullen May.
Takes a turn and shakes a fist
Ben Lomond bathed in blue today.

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Navigation

Map and compass, GPS
Trigs and grids and contours gold.
Stone cairns to join our journeys song
Though B tries hard were lost and cold.

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Terrain

Tracks with stones to hurt my toes
And velvet paths of moss that sooth.
Big boulders span my highs and lows
While sinking bogs depress this dude.

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Laindscape

Mountain views as ocean vast
Crescent rolls in Mexican wave.
Peaks that cut the sky like glass
Great valley floors, cathedral naves.

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Back at base

My van spells out the end of day
Poor battered and beleaguered tank.
Under purple blanket warm I stay,
For slippered feet, to Mary, thanks.

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Sponsorship

Friends who read my every blog
And send us readies for the pot
Big ambitions, little dog
Watch this space, it’s getting hot!

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