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Out on a 'Limbrick'

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Out on a 'Limbrick' nuts and leaves on a branch

Out on a 'Limbrick' is a page dedicated to poetry.  Sugar Bush loves poetry and especially poems pertaining to animals!  To submit poems for this page, email them to Sugar Bush and she will read each and every one of them and pick her favorites to publish on her web site!

 

Here is one of Sugar Bush's favorite poems which was written by the famous cowboy poet and veterinarian....... Baxter Black

Animal Lovers

Let's talk about animal lovers,

Not those who protest and accuse,

But everyday people who carry the load

and don't make the 6 o'clock news. 

It's proper to make the distinction

when explanations are given,

Between those who care as a hobby

and others who care for a livin'. 

When we speak of animal lovers,

the part-time groups come to mind--

Nice-enough folks, who articulate well

and shine when the cameras grind. 

It's too bad more credit's not given

to the ones who seldom get heard,

'Cause, in spite of their modest behavior,

their actions speak louder than words. 

These are the folks, that on Christmas Day,

take care of God's animals first,

With never a thought they should have the day off,

or that they might be reimbursed. 

They believe that Genesis meant it,

that man has dominion o'er all.

And they don't take their mandate too lightly,

to care for the great and the small. 

God's entrusted His creatures to us

by rating us all in a log,

According to what our abilities are;

most get a house cat or dog. 

But the bulk of the animal kingdom

He placed in the hands of a few

Who feel more at home in a pasture than

an office on Fifth Avenue. 

God did it that way for a reason,

'cause talk's cheap where carin's concerned.

The title of animal lover is

an honor that has to be earned. 

To those who'd debate my conclusion,

to your own you're welcome to cling.

But I'll bet if we'd ask His opinion,

God knows that He did the right thing.


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to send a poem for Out on a 'Limbrick'...

If you can catch her...

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Sugar Bush reciting poetry

"I love to recite poetry!!!

Email me your favorite poem."


Here's a GREAT poem I'm featuring from one of my ePals, Tom (& Cyril the English Squirrel), in the UK.  We, of the wildlife world, want to thank you, Tom, for this oh, so true poem called...

 Wildlife

We save a specific species because of the latest Fashion
And condemn another because it's the current passion
Don't try to manage Wildlife it can manage very well
Conservations just another word that Humans learn to spell
If man would only step aside and look for just awhile
You would see what Wildlife's all about, and this would make you smile
Evolution did so very well until man came on the scene
All the College education it isn't worth a Bean
If by saving a single species the Natural balance you do alter
For just a short-term improvement, the Wildlife it will falter
Please all you clever people just look for what is best
After all these many years I think Wildlife's passed the test
Just try to conserve by all means but don't try to say what's better
I hope I've not caused offence with the contents of this letter

Thomas Fazakerley

Copyright ©2005 Thomas Fazakerley

Tom & Cyril the English Squirrel

Here's a really moving poem from 

Paul, in Oklahoma 

Just Checking In


  A minister passing through his church
  in the middle of the day,
  Decided to pause by the altar
  and see who had come to pray.
 
  Just then the back door opened,
  a man came down the aisle,
  The minister frowned as he saw
  the man hadn't shaved in a while.
 
  His shirt was kinda shabby
  and his coat was worn and frayed,
  the man knelt, he bowed his head,
  Then rose and walked away.
 
  In the days that followed,
  each noon time came this chap,
  each time he knelt just for a moment,
  A lunch pail in his lap.
 
  Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
  with robbery a main fear,
  He decided to stop the man and ask him,
  "What are you doing here! ?"
 
  The old man said, he worked down the road.
  Lunch was half an hour.
  Lunchtime was his prayer time,
  For finding strength and power.
 
  "I stay only moments, see,
  because the factory is so far away;
  as I kneel here talking to the Lord,
  This is kinda what I say:
 
  "I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
  HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
  SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
  AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
  DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
  BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
  SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM
  CHECKING IN TODAY."
 
  The minister feeling foolish,
  told Jim, that was fine.
  He told the man he was welcome
  To come and pray just anytime.
 
  Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks."
  He hurried to the door.
  The minister knelt at the altar,
  he'd never done it before.
 
  His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
  and met with Jesus there.
  As the tears flowed, in his heart,
  he repeated old Jim's prayer:
 
  "I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
  HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
  SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
  AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
  I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I
  THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
  SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY."
 
  Past noon one day, the minister noticed
  that old Jim hadn't come.
  As more days passed without Jim,
  he began to worry some.
 
  At the factory, he asked about him,
  learning he was ill.
  The hospital staff was worried,
  But he'd given them a thrill.
 
  The week that Jim was with them,
  Brought changes in the ward.
  His smiles, a joy contagious.
  Changed people, were his reward.
 
  The head nurse couldn't understand
  why Jim was so glad,
  when no flowers, calls or cards came,
  Not a visitor he had.
 
  The minister stayed by his bed,
  He voiced the nurse's concern:
  No friends came to show they cared.
  He had nowhere to turn.
 
  Looking surprised, old Jim spoke
  up and with a winsome smile;
  "the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
  that in here all the while.
  Everyday at noon  He's here,
  a dear friend of mine, you see,
  He sits right down, takes my hand,
  Leans over and says to me:
 
  "I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
  HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
  SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
  AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
  ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
  I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
  AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS
  CHECKING IN TODAY."
 
                                                                                        -author unknown


Because They're Squirrels!

scampering up the trees

hiding in the leaves
chattering and squeaking
never ever speaking
because they're squirrels!
Furry and so soft
up in the trees so aloft
chomping on nuts
never ever a klutz
because they're squirrels!
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my name is Emily Cutshall. I'm from North Carolina. I love your costumes and pictures, Sugar Bush! :)

squirrel sitting and looking around squirrel running squirrel eating a nut

Contact Sugar Bush to submit a poem for Out on a 'Limbrick' 

& if you happen to know the authors of any of these unknown poems, please let us know so we can give them the recognition they deserve!