Page 38 - PoemsNeathTheWesternSky

Now I ain't saying this Griz was mean

but a bear is still a bear.
His teeth were sharp, he was primed to fight

he'd do this deed with flair.

The bear stood up all rank and tall
there was anger in his stare.

Rusty stood his ground

And matched him glare for glare.

We might think of dogs as dogs
We're masters to them all.

But that night of fright, I saw the light
Ol Rusty'd take the fall.

He showed all heart and courage

No man could ever match.
If this bear had brought the key

Ol Rusty would be the latch.

This griz must weigh a thousand pounds

An presented quite a sight.
But he respected courage

An tonight there'd be no fight.

This bear held the key to the promised land
With one swipe of his mighty paw.

But the courage shown by Rusty that night
Had filled this bear with awe.