THE HOUND AND THE LAD
Small sturdy child begot of steely silvery men
Ancient songs rang out o’er glorious land
As bold they strode toward foe or friend
Sleek hounds beside them, close at hand.
The hound himself descends from glory
As warriors always prized the best
And in the battles-- says the story--
The beasts would lick the bloody chest
To keep alive their human charge
Until help came and the battle done.
No better mate -- be small or large--
Then hound raised with a warrior’s son.
We think the world has changed a lot
Tho' some dark things will never change
Danger waits for every tot
City streets--- or woodland strange
Thus when a rabbit dares the hound
This hound ignores the rabbit's run--
And as his child mate gawks around
The hound will keep him safe and sound.
June 10, 2013