Benbow: a Tribute
Benbow, I have forggoten many things
But you barking
When the mongoose hunt bagan
Making children excited
Finding the foe of farming man
But you leaping bar high
When I cycle through the gate
Making me feel special
Though I rode pass you straight
But snuggled where I played
Watching with have slept eye
So I was not afraid
I am putting you in perspective
Brother dog,
Animal friend,
Or just another soul
When angels walked with men.
O Benbow I miss the days
The long gone mornings
And you trailing me
Through dense undergrowth
Of ignorance
When I was mesmerized
By light, shadows and trees
O I long for fragrant evenings
And the myrtle rose
Dripping from your nose
Making me long
Making me long
You were here with me still.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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