I need a couple of poems/rhymes

I know this isn't a rhyme (poems don't have to rhyme!) but this is what Captain Max von Stephanitz, the founder of the German Shepherd breed, said about the 'first' GSD, Horand v Grafath - sounds just like my boy :P

"Obedient to the slightest nod when at this master's side; but when left to himself, the maddest rascal, the wildest ruffian and incorrigible provoker of strife. Never idle, always on the go; well disposed to harmless people, but no cringer, mad about children and always in love."
 
THE GERMAN SHEPHERD

I saw a glimmering vision
It took my breath away
'twas the silhouette of a shepherd
More regal than words can say

The beams of light they danced
on a coat of endless black
A vision of perfection
Atop an iron back

He stood there like a statue
for all the world to see
What a vision of perfection
The German shepherd can be

The look of a noble prince
Lord of all he surveys
Confident in himself
Eyes fixed in aristocratic gaze

Never shall I forget
The vision I saw that day
Of the mighty shepherd
Who took my breath away
 
The Border Collie by Melissa Elford

Black and white with a flowing tail,
Tongue hanging out she raced down the trail,
Down to the paddock to the sheep where they lay,
Ready to chase them, ready to play.
Dodging and darting she herded them up,
Into the back of the master's old truck,
Sitting up proudly, satisfied with her work,
She followed the truck home, kicking up dirt.
She rounded the sheep up back into the pen,
Then she happily bounded back home once again.
Gently stroked then fed the most scrumptious tea,
She sat down by the fire to scratch at a flea,
The warmth was so soothing her eyes finally shut,
She dreamt of that day and all her good luck.
 
To a Border Terrier:

Hill-men bred you; your sire and your grandsire
Followed their striding by rig and dale.
In wild Border weather, through spate and through heather.
You learnt to go fearless and never fail

Your eye is as keen as the gled's on the moorland;
You have sharpened your wits by the red hill tod's;
Come otter, come badger, you'll tackle them gaily,
And fight to the death against any odds.

Auld-Farrant you are, and canny and kindly;
who'd guess, as you dream in the firelight's glow,
At the demon that wakes when hound check and muster,
And a fox is to earth, and the Master says "Go!"

Raider? Aye, maybe - true son of the Border!
But leal as the reivers, stout hearted and true.
When there's Boasting and Toasting, my glass will go highest
To a game little Border - good hunting to you!

Anon
 
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