05/09/2024
This is what happens when you ask AI for a poem about a true Dogman. ‘Hennie Binneman’ 🐺
The Silent Hand
At dawn he rose, calm and precise,
A master of the dogs’ fierce eyes.
Where others flinched at bark or bite,
He saw the strength, the spark of light.
He trained the wild, the lost, the bold,
With hands both steady, soft, and cold.
For those who barked but had no voice,
He stood, their champion and choice.
He knew their minds like none before,
Each growl, each glance, a hidden door.
He shaped their power, fierce yet kind,
To guard, to serve, with sharpened mind.
Through jaws that snapped, through fear and pain,
He taught them trust, he broke their chain.
In every lesson, in every test,
He brought their nature to its best.
He showed them how to bite with care,
To guard the ones who’d never dare.
A force of might, yet calm within,
His voice, their guide, their fight to win.
The scars he wore were proof of love,
Each one a mark of trust above.
He stood for dogs that others feared,
And with each step, their path he cleared.
They learned to fight, they learned to stand,
To guard their homes at his command.
But never once did he abuse,
The power they could choose to use.
He saw the bond, unspoken, deep,
In every bark, in every leap.
He knew their souls, their silent cries,
And made them strong beneath his eyes.
A protector born for those who guard,
He gave them courage, worked them hard.
A hero not with fame or crown,
But through the dogs who stood their ground.
For every bite, for every fight,
He shaped their path with guiding light.
A warrior’s heart, but calm and true—
He knew their souls, and they knew too.
“This poem was created with the assistance of ChatGPT, an AI language model developed by OpenAI.”
In honor of Hennie Binneman.
