By Anthony Giger

My Little Friend

He was just a little guy

At the shelter he caught my eye

Every time I passed his cage

He was an actor on a stage

Pressing his body against my hand

To take him home was his plan

His audition was a success

I pat his head he likes my caress

We became friends from the start

He became a beat in my heart

The years passed we both became old

The pleasures he gave me were joys to be told

His movements now were painful and slow

He knew his time was near he wasn’t ready to go

I knew his love for me was so great

He would stand the pain no matter the fate

I made my decision his suffering must end

I hope there’s a place in Heaven for my little friend

The Blessed Angels

They were the Angels a blessed team

The could come through a dream

Beating the Yankees was tough to do

Winning their league a though by few

World Series games now in sight

This could be a furious fight

The Giants came banging the ball

Beating the Angels was their call

Like two fighters round after round

The games were even a champ to be crowned

The seventh game was a sight to behold

The Angles won a story now told

History can now look back and say

At 30-1 they figured to lose

They beat the odds in 2002

Having fun along the way

World Champs they are today.