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Sheepdog trials

How proud do I feel,
With dog at my heel,
Waiting the command to start.
I send him away,
Not a word do I say,
For he knows exactly his part.

The run out is straight,
To the lift at the gate,
The fetch is correct and on line.
He responds to my call,
"Bring them home one and all,"
He's working, he's happy, he's mine.

Drive them straight,
drive them true,
Is what he has to do,
Bring in the sheep for the shed.
"Sit" I command,
I use crook and my hand,
No need for words to be said.

Drive on to the pen,
For marks out of ten,
He shows he is boss of the day,
The sheep safe inside,
He sits by my side,
Let's hear what the judge has to say.

One man and his dog,
In wind, rain and fog,
Doing the job to be done,
The trial is the thrill,
As he shows his skill,
Not caring about who has won.

Then it's back to the farm,
With my dog at my arm,
To relax, for there's nothing to say.
We played our part,
With my hand and his heart,
For the joy of competing today.

By John Morgan.
Reprinted from the Working Sheepdog News,
May 1983, No. 3, Vol.6.

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