Art straight from the Heart

rebel rebel who walked on air
his heart so full of care
the children loved to pamper him
just to get his golden hamper

woof woof the cry of freedom
for all his pals to hear
which he loved so dear
taking away all there fears

rebel rebel his heart made of gold
and feeling oh so tired and old
so good and never bold
walking down that narrow road

this poem is dedicated to all animals
with no fixed adreess tonight your all welcomed to mine

By Cathy Wain

Up amongst the Yorkshire dales
Lies a doggy wagging his tail
Feeling free out of his jail
Writing about his own little tale

About his master swigging back the ale
And looking rather thin and pale
After standing on a dirty nail
Ready to read his daily mail

His faithful doggy by his side
His master slipped and died
Nowhere left but to hide
Some pal and whale of a friend.

By Cathy Wain