Specializing in German Shorthair Pointers
Location: I am located in the Heart of Alabama, Just North of Birmingham. I am just off the Interstates I-59 and I-20 and near I-65. Sorry, for security reasons we do not publish our home phone number or home address on the web.
For more information you can Email me at: Debbie@Liebmeister.com
Debbie King
Cell phone 205 515-7726
Prefer calls after 8pm CST
Heaven on Earth
by Paul E Richards 1995
I awake peeling back the cobwebs of sleep,
with joyful longing for the promise I will keep,
Today is the day we shall go,
where the air is crisp and the ground covered by snow.
As we approach the vast expanse,
the clear cold breezes our senses enhance.
Thoughts keenly focused on the task at hand,
I appraise the prospective yield of God's blessed land.
My four legged partner by my side,
filled with instinctive wisdeom, skill, and pride,
staunchly strutting with his head held high,
inhaling nature's pungence, his nose to the sky.
Across the tundra, hills, and cover,
he moves intently, air scenting, until he discovers,
where it is that covies hide,
waiting, watching, their time to bide.
Over the fridged ground he glides,
until all at once he arrests his stride.
Ridgedly chiseled against the patched terrain,
he faithfully points them, time and time and time again.
Like a statue of granite or some ancient stone,
he holds silently, not moving so much as a bone.
I find him standing, so boldly alone,
and then cautiously, I approach the covey he has shown.
Oh, but God has given them gifts as well,
earth tone colors blending with the places they dwell.
Selecting carefully upon where I will trod,
I see nothing at first, but the earth's chilled sod.
Though bright the sun shown upon the day,
my initial seaching reveals not where they lay.
An idel look and then a long dead stare,
their place of hiding I'm finally aware.
All this time he stood intent on his prey,
not even for an instant did his focus stray.
With a touch of my toe and the crackle of a branch,
the hidden covey flushes upon my advance.
Wildly scattering here, to and fro,
one, two, then three, no its a dozen that go.
I shoulder my gun and trace one of the flights,
hold fast to the grip and look down my sights.
The shot is true, my target falls from the air.
I release my partner to identify where.
His prize is awaiting, he knows well this scent.
His nose is like radar to the point of descent.
And then with a trust trandscending all we humans know,
he places his prize in my hand, with a radiant glow.
As I bend to accept the bounty to hand,
I see the intent of God's Master plan.
We mortals are not here to toil alone,
to march through our lives like another's clone.
We are each given a glimpse of God's full grace,
in a leaf on the wind, or in a trusting face.
Althought we each view the world with a different perspective,
God's love for us is uniquely reflected.
He uses His creations in intentional ways,
To reach each of us, as we live out our days.
So for those of us, who hunt, field trial, and show,
when we have seen, felt, and grown to know,
is that to each of us, since the moment of our birth,
our lives shared with dogs is like heaven on earth.
