A Dog Called Ranger
written by: Don Flecknoe
Though widowed, she strove to keep the farm,
Hard work and yet she chose to live alone,
Finding comfort when old Ranger came on by,
That kelpy cross, she’d love to call her own.
Although her farm was several miles away,
When Ranger called, she wanted him to stay
Across the plains he’d roam, in rain or shine,
To come and see her almost every day.
Ranger’s owners, had known Colleen, some time,
Their kelpy’s friendliness, they didn’t mind
And though she lived alone, out on the farm,
She never asked for help, of any kind.
Ranger, went out one stormy morn,
He hadn’t been, away for all that long
Came home and dropped a shoe beside their feet,
They knew something, must be so very wrong.
No chance for her to get the mobile phone,
Cold and wet she lay there on the ground
With broken leg Colleen had spent the night,
By Ranger’s swift action, she would be found.
They raced to Coleen’s farm they had no choice,
And found she’d fallen badly from her horse
Ranger had known just what to do,
To get some urgent help, the only course.
The local paper told of Colleen’s plight,
And Ranger’s wits as sharp as any knife
In no time at all, the news spread far and wide,
The kelpy cross that saved the widow’s life.
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