A Doggie Walk Home
In growing up in the country
in a cottage by a farm
we had a pet dog called Glen
was real friendly full of charm
My dad, Glen and I was working away
at neighbouring farm on the hill
Glen a sprightly brown coloured Collie
loved racing the fields couldn't keep still
On finishing work we drove back home
twenty miles in the wet and rain
on way home discovered no Glen
so arrived at home feel real pain
Decided to get some needed sleep
when making supper heard bark at door
opened the door to a great surprise
wet and soaked but my heart did soar
Glen was home travelled all way back
on his own without any kind of aid
a mighty surprise was this indeed
this dog's directive sense is first grade
(This was true story growing up on farm in Ayrshire in south west Scotland.)
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