To the Bridge
Am.Can. Ch. Redmeath Keeping the Beat
1995 –2008
We have a secret,you and I
That no one shall know
For who,but I can see you lie
Each night in the fire glow?
And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?
And only I walk wood land paths
And see,ahead of me
Your small form racing the wind
So young again,and free
And only I can see you swim
In every brook I pass
And when I call,not one but I
Can see the bending grass.
Gone to the bridge to be with her owner,handler and Best Friend,may the shamrocks fall softly on both of you.