This is a heart tugging plea from one frightened puppy.
I was listening to a news bulletin on four five week old pups having been found in a box by a main road.
Thankfully they were alright and it must have been a miracle that they were found in time because the temperature’s are so cold at night at the moment.
At least they are in the warm now and cared for by caring people; thank goodness for these rescue centres.

Hence this little poem which I just had to compose and publish.

Hand-to-hand transactions symbolize trading value for value.

Hand-to-hand transactions symbolize trading value for value.

No matter what we go through, this hands will never stop picking us up.

There Are Things and Ways That Seem Right.
God’s Way Better.

Everybody makes mistakes.

This poem speaks about the inner power God gives us, to walk by faith and not by sight.

This is a poem about heaven.

Hands is about the joy of just being close to someone who you love, or just has a close place near your heart.

It’s a little corny and I did it awhile back but would like some feedback.