The Divine Old Dog often seemed in battle,

for so much of her life,

defending every side of the house,

the farm, she always seemed so alone,

in her duty, none of the animals or people

seemed to care as much as she did

who came, and who went.

She does not hear the call to battle now,

not so often, sometimes she takes a rest,

fighting to keep her ears up, her eyes open.

Please lie down, my dear old friend,

Divine Old Dog, loyal thing,

Where is your soft bed,

your warm stove,

your blanket, your brush?

This morning,  for a few minutes,

you picked up your old life again,

a truck had dared drive by your home,

you rushed out to drive it off,

and limped back, through the snow,

we heard your scratch at the door.

Take a rest, old friend,

let whatever is out there

go charging by,

we are safe with you,

you can rest with us,

your sigh has the most eloquent tone,

it is a song of life,

we all want to hear it,

When you feel helpless,

give out your battle roar again,

listen to the luminous rain outside of your window,

take a rest.

we are safe, we are safe.