The Junkyard Dog Poem

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Amidst the heaps of scrap and steel,
A dog with eyes of hardened zeal,
A guardian fierce, a loyal friend,
Whose story's one that's sure to rend.
A rusty coat, a crooked tail,
A heart so big, it could not fail,
To brave the years of dirt and grime,
A jewel buried in the grime.
Abandoned, left to fend alone,
He found his way to this junkyard home,
Where towering piles of metal lie,
Beneath the vast and open sky.
He barks and growls with all his might,
Keeping watch through the darkest night,
A sentinel with tireless stride,
In this desolate place, his pride.
But in his eyes, a sorrow lingers,
As he recalls his days of fingers,
The human touch, the tender care,
A memory too much to bear.
He dreams of warmth, of gentle hands,
Of love that he can't understand,
For he was cast away with scorn,
Left to brave the junkyard's thorn.
But in his heart, a flicker burns,
A hope that someday he'll discern,
A glimmer of that long-lost grace,
In this forsaken, desolate place.
So he stands tall, amid the wreck,
A true survivor, a loyal speck,
Of dignity and noble plight,
A junkyard dog, a gallant knight.
And though he's rough around the edges,
With teeth that show his hardened pledges,
His heart beats true with love and grace,
A treasure buried in this place.
So when you pass that junkyard gate,
Give him a nod, don't hesitate,
For he's a hero in disguise,
A dog with valor in his eyes.