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> Jimmy Stewart's Tribute Poem To His Dog Beau, I met Mr. Stewart in 1987 and he still spoke of Beau
AngelCareOne
post Jun 3 2009, 05:32 AM
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This poem takes on a whole new meaning to me now watching Jimmy Stewart as he reads it during one of his many guest appearances on the Johnny Carson Show many years ago. I was very fortunate and tremendously thrilled to have met and dined with Mr. Stewart and his wife Gloria back in 1987 when he was in Tampa to receive The Humanitarian of the Year Award from the USO (United Services Organization).

My gosh, I recall it as though it was just yesterday and remember all we chatted about over dinner at the downtown Hyatt. After myself and seven other guests finished our meal and desert, we posed one at a time with Mr. Stewart for photos. When it was my turn to sit by him to have our picture taken, I was so very surprised as he reached out, pulled me to him in a daughterly hug and kissed my right cheek. Wow! He didn't do that with any of the other ladies. Unfortunately, that wasn't caught on film but I do have many photos of that evening with Jimmy Stewart, his wife Gloria and our small group. What a magical evening that was!

Well, as I watched the video of him reading his poem about his beloved dog Beau, it's the first time I clearly saw how difficult it was for him and he fought back his tears especially near the end of his reading. By the way, he did talk about Beau that evening in 1987. I love this man and he pays the most wonderful Tribute to his Fur Kid Beau in this poem he wrote. May they all Rest In Peace and God Bless Him and Beau Most Abundantly!!!







"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 rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite 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 the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out 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 that 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 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 to 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 ~


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