San Jose PD Finds Woman With iPad Clicks St. Bernards With Brandy And Licks

Sometimes writing political commentary in iambic on news events of the day gets tiresome as the news seems to be the same thing each day--the same ISIS, the same Ebola; the same round of golf or fundraiser; the same blame game and rancor between the Reds and the Blues contribute not to solving our issues but rather to gridlock and dysfunctionality. As a poet one worries that one's creative juices will be evaporated instead of flourishing.
So something different here stemming from a news item that police in San Jose used an iPad to find a woman missing in a ravine. Come with me in muse to the land of the St. Bernards and a whimsical look at technology. Hope you enjoy it.

The car rendered the buggy whip mostly obsolete

The tractor sent the horse drawn plow down to defeat

The human road of progress is littered with products and services that came to an end

Rendered obsolete or too expensive by the next technology, advancing round the bend

The annual gathering of the Friendly Saviors of St. Bernard was an anxious place

The small casks of brandy had been opened to check and taste

All the noses cleared to detect the faintest scent

To find out in the coming days where any lost skier might have went

Tails wagging, saliva dripping, hairs being quickly shed, the assembled were ready to go to work

To with their great sense of smell find the humans, save the humans from the dangers that on the mountains lurk

Before calling the meeting to order and blessing the dogs and the casks

Essential tools for the St. Bernards’ worthy tasks

The Abbot turned to the news coming out of San Jose

Turned the volume up and to his grave dismay

Learned the police were able to find a missing woman not with dogs, but with an iPad

No dogs, not even hounds, the Abbot shook his head; he was very sad

If skiers buried in snow or hikers lost on the ground

With a few clicks of an iPad could easily be found

His beloved Bernards could now be as finders obsolete

Would be hard to find homes; so many the pounds might greet

Bruno his favorite sensed that something with the Abbot was amiss

So wagging his tail he offered his cask and gave him on his hand the canine equivalent of a kiss

A St. Bernard lick that brought an immediate smile on the Abbot’s face

“Praise be to God; iPad technology my Bernards will never replace

Their noses are in at least a tie,

The brandy is the best money can buy

And the lick back to skier's childhood will transport

Compared to this, technology in the iPad comes up short”

So with finger pointed, “Up the mountain my canine friends

Your time as finders will never come to an end.”

© October 14, 2014 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet

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