♣ VOTE FOR DUNCAN 18686 FOR DOTM ♣
Hi! My name is Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod and yes, I was named after the character in the Highland movies and TV series. I am a West Highland White Terrier, which is a breed that originated in Scotland and can be traced back to the time of King James I of England. I am running the month of March for the position of Dog of the Month (DOTM) and would appreciate it if you could stop by my page 18686 and vote for me daily or as often as you can. The dog with the most votes at the end of the month wins the contest. Now for a little bit about me: I am Sgt. At Arms and Park Manager of the Westie Club. Treasurer of the Terrier Club. A-Team Tug-O-War Master, a member of the Peace Team, DC Friendship Club, BPM and the DC Sports Club. I made DOTD on July 4,2008 and again on July 23, 2009. My nickname is SweetPea although dad sometimes calls me donkey like in the movie Shrek. My favorite games are tug-o-war and fetch, although I also like to play keep away. I am mom's constant companion and have learned to detect when mom's blood sugar is running low and alert her to the situation so that she can eat something right away. My theme this month is Irish Poetry with authentic poems. Today's poem is The Dearest by John Sterling
Oh that from far-away mountains,
Over the restless waves,
Where bubble enchanted fountains,
Rising from jewell'd caves,
I could call a fairy brid,
Who, whenever thy voice was heard,
Should come to thee, dearest!
He should have violent pinions,
And a beak of silver white,
And should bring from the sun's dominions
Eyes that would give thee light.
Thou shouldst see that he was born
In a land of gold and morn,
To be thy servant, dearest!
Oft would be drop on thy tresses
A pearl or a diamond stone,
And would yield to thy light caresses
Blossoms in Eden grown.
Round thy path his wings would shower
Now a gem and now a flower,
And dewy odors, dearest!
He should fetch from his eastern island
The songs that the Peris sing,
And when evening is clear and silent,
Spells to thy ear would bring,
And with his mysterious strain
Would entrance thy weary brain;-
Love's own music, dearest!
No Phoenix, alas! will hover,
Sent from the morning star;
And thou must take of thy lover
A gift not brought so far:
Wanting bird, and gem, and song,
Ah! receive and treasure long
A heart that loves thee, dearest!
I enjoyed visiting your page today and left you a vote. Duncan
Come visit me, Duncan *Gone 5/22 - 5/29*