A few of our supporters and friends have been moved to put pen to paper and compose an ode or two, the stimuli for some having been a visit to the charity shelter at Acheleia. Maybe a similar visit by yourself could prove equally stimulating!
Caring Hands.

Not all souls fall safely, into caring hands,
Some are left to roam, thru lonely, dangerous lands.
Not all souls fall safely, they toil thru’ life alone,
Never knowing love and light, warmth of a caring home.
Could you be the one, to extend a loving hand?
Could you be the one, who can understand?
To look into the eyes of those, see clearly to their souls?
Free them from the misery? Free them from the cold?
For love is all that one can give, and it is everything,
Peace and comfort, laughter, light, these joys with it bring.
Not all souls fall safely, let yours be caring hands,
To offer life and hope and love, because you understand.

Karen Mikellis, Paphos
Don’t Walk On By.

Don’t turn away,
Can you not see,
my sadness, hurt and pain;
Don’t walk on by,
Try to forget,
where you saw me lie;
For I am real, and I too feel,
and I wonder why;
Is this the way my life must be,
Abused and left to die?
Can you not see my suffering?
Oh please! Don’t walk on by.

Karen Mikellis, Paphos
Poor Old Doggy All Alone.

Poor old doggy all alone,
Down and out rejected moans.
Famished too and no one cares,
Sick and dying he despairs.
Until a thought alights his mind,
There may be someone tender kind.
Who’ll have compassion on my state,
Who’ll be my friend, who’ll be my mate.
To
rescue me give me a home,
No longer left and on my own.
A dog is meant a man’s best friend,
On you my friendship I would spend.

John W. Hutchinson
 
Give Me A Home.

Give me a home, where I can be,
Somewhere safe, where the sun will shine on me.
No longer can I wander, alone though free,
The road is long, there’s fear in me.
Give me a home, where I can be loved.

Karen Mikellis, Paphos
One Man and his Dog

MAN:
No, I’m not perpendicular,
And that mutt’s not particular,
There goes rug number nine -
He chews them all the time!
Although I feel benevolence,
He’s filled with malevolence,
Can only obliterate -
I’m not able to illiterate
The mess that flea-bag makes!

And so I resolve,
Before he dissolves -
The rest of the house,
To muzzle his wand’ring snout -
And keep the mongrel out!
DOG:
O.K. Don’t have hydrostatics,
Or lock me in the attic!
I don’t have delusions -
Although your allusions,
To my lineage may sting....

I’m just an old punter -
Who used to be a hunter,
So when boredom sets in....
Just chuck my ‘prey’ in the bin!
You may pontificate,
But I reiterate...
and remain indiscriminate!
Keep that muzzle away!
You want to ruin my day?
Oops - missed me! Out of my way!

There goes that trophy you won...
Now look what you’ve done!
Well, this time YOU broke it!
So put that in your tripe and stoke it!

Karen Mikellis July 2014
Pedro's Great Adventure

If you want to read Pedro's story, please click on his photo
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PAWS
Dog
Shelter
Poet's Corner
Ode to the PAWS Volunteers
We are all shapes and sizes, odd colours and breeds,
But one common denominator, we are all ‘special needs!’
We’ve been mostly abused and all have a tale,
of cruelty, neglect, and starvation as well.
We have lived on the streets, and have lived in the hills,
faced the dangers of traffic, and the hunters who kill.
Now life is so different, as rescued by PAWS
They gave us a shelter, good food and a cause
to be happy, and hopeful, that one day will come
when we find our new owner and live in the sun,
To have a soft blanket, our own toys in time
Some personal attention, no standing in line!
So we’d like to thank the volunteers, for mucking out for us
for caring, feeding, walking us, with so very little fuss.
I dread to think without your time, where we would be today
So grateful thanks from all of us, is all we want to say!
From ALL the dogs at Paws Shelter 
Jennifer Gardner
This poem was written after we had moved to the new Kennels in 2007. Some may remember Bambi, she was a persecuted by other dogs and had a pretty rough time,

BAMBI

Bambi poor Bambi with the tormented soul
You hid from the world like a tiny little mole
With those sorrowful eyes you looked at us all
No one guessed what your quiet life would befall

You always wanted to eat alone
Quiet and timid you never did moan
Laying solemnly alone in the shade or the sun
You were never one to run about and have fun

No one ever knew what your life was before
You came to us at PAWS and were put into Big 4
For a number of years you felt safe and secure
Sitting quietly in the sun looking very demure

But as we all know life can be very unkind
Like humans some dogs have a wicked mind
If you are anyway different you get singled out
And then you are in trouble, that’s without a doubt

There is always one who is stronger than you
A bully a brute and a bossy one too
If you are quiet and shy you don’t stand a chance
Then you know in your heart this is the ‘last dance’

Bambi’s earthly body has now left the Big 4
We will never see those sorrowful eyes as before
The world of humans and dogs can be very severe
But we can all remember Bambi and shed a little tear

Marion Lawrence