A Monk and His Dogs
When all around was cold and white,
The kindly monk set out that night;
His dogs were trusty, he was strong,
Prepared to search the whole night long.
He covered miles of icy ground
And wouldn’t stop until he found
The orphans stranded in the snow -
His dogs would know which way to go.
The blizzard blinding, muffling noise,
The friar prayed he’d find the boys.
His dogs discovered huddled forms:
The brothers frozen in the storms.
Alas, the monk arrived too late,
And wept about the children’s fate.
For Isaiah’s Let It Snow contest, inspired by the picture of a monk and his St Bernard dogs
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2014
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