“Poetry Afternoon”

Todays Poem is about a Dog, a very much Loved Dog, written by a much loved, respected and well known Gentleman and Actor, the famous James Stewart.

Born May 20, 1908  Indiana, Pennsylvania, US  –  Died July 2, 1997 Beverly Hills, California.  James Stewart died from a Pulmonary Embolism.

 

Here is James Stewart most touching, tearful, heartfelt Poem

“I’ll Never Forget A Dog Named Beau”

 

He never came to me when I would call

Unless I had a tennis ball,

Or he felt like it,

But mostly he didn’t come at all.

When he was young

He never learned to heel

Or sit or stay,

He did things his way.

Discipline was not his bag

But when you were with him things sure didn’t drag.

He’d dig up a rose bush just to spite me,

And when I’d grab him, he’d turn to bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,

The delivery boy was his favourite prey.

The gas man wouldn’t read our meter,

He said we owned a real man-eater.

He set the house on fire

But the story’s long to tell.

Suffice it to say that he survived

And the house survived as well.

On evening walks, and Gloria took him,

He was always first out of the door.

The Old One and I brought up the rear

Because our bones were sore.

He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,

What a beautiful pair they were!

And if it was still light and the tourists were out,

They created a bit of a stir.

But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks

And with a frown on his face look around,

it was just to make sure the Old One was there

And would follow him where he was bound.

We are early-to-bedders at our house – I guess I’m the first to retire.

And as I’d leave the room he’d look at me

And get up from his place by the fire,

He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,

And I’d give him one for a while.

He would push it under the bed with his nose

And I’d fish it out with a smile,

And before very long He’d tire of the ball

And be asleep in his corner in no time at all.

And there were nights when I’d feel him Climb upon our bed

And lie between us,

And I’d pat his head,

And there were nights when I’d feel this stare

And I’d wake up and he’d be sitting there

And I’d reach out my hand and stroke his hair.

And sometimes I’d feel him sigh and I think I know the reason why.

He would wake up at night

And he would have this fear

Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,

And he’d be glad to have me near.

And now he’s dead.

And there are nights when I think I feel him

Climb upon our bed and lie between us,

And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think I feel that stare

And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair,

But he’s not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn’t so,

I’ll always love a dog named Beau.

 

Jimmy Stewart told this true story of his Dog Beau on a BBC very popular Saturday Evening Chat Show called “The Michael Parkinson Show”, when ever Jimmy Stewart was on it was very high ratings for that programme, Jimmy Stewart was well loved, respected and admired in the UK.  The evening Jimmy Stewart read his Poem to Beau not only was he in tears reading it, the host was the entire audience were, even myself and my late Husband were watching it on TV were in tears.  Jimmy Stewart’s Wife, Gloria was in the audience, she too was in tears.  It was indeed an unforgettable moment, such a remarkable tribute to this wonderful man.

 

The story of Beau ended such, as via Wikipedia.

“While shooting a movie in Arizona, Stewart received a phone call from Dt Keagy, his Veterinarian, who informed him that Beau was terminally ill, and that Gloria, Jimmy Stewart’s Wife sought his permission to perform euthanasia.  Stewart declined to give a reply over the phone and told Keagy to “keep him alive and I’ll be there”.  Stewart requested several days’ leave, which allowed him to spend some time with Beau before granting the doctor permission to euthanize the sick dog.  Following the procedure, Stewart sat in his car for 10 minutes to clear his eyes of tears.  Stewart later remembered “After Beau died there were a lot of nights when I was certain that I could feel him get into bed beside me and I would reach out and pat his head.  The feeling was so real that I wrote a poem about it and how much it hurt to realize that he wasn’t going to be there anymore”.      Who is to say that Beau, his beloved Golden Retriever, was not there on the bed with Jimmy Stewart?

 

All of us who have had Dogs, our beloved “Baby” know exactly how it feels when they die.

James Stewart first US Movies Star to enlist in World War II.  His Family had a long history going back to the American Civil War, of Military Service.

Medals Awarded to Brigadier General Stewart:

Distinguished Service Medal

Distinguished Flying Cross with Oak Leaf Cluster

Air Medal with 3 Oak Leaf Clusters

Army commendation Medal

American Defense Service Medal

European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with 3 Service Stars

World War II Victory Medal

Armed Forces Reserve Medal

French Croix de Guerre with Palm

Presidential Medal of Freedom

 

There is a “James Stewart Museum” located in his home town Indiana, Pennsylvania.

I hope you enjoyed this, found it fascinating.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

James Stewart came from an American Family that had him brought up with values that were with him for life.  He Married his Wife, Gloria in 1949 until her Death in 1994, James Stewart last words, before he died to his Children were “I’mgoing to be with Gloria now” – so moving, onre would like to think that Beau would be with them both.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on ““Poetry Afternoon”

    1. Oh yes it was a wonderful moment well more than moment, when Jimmy Stewart read his Poem. It is still talked about on tv. He was so well loved here in England, and he would visit where he was based during the War, I think Norfolk (not too sure) but he would come back so often. Just put your pets name to this poem, we love our pets so much, they are our babies.

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