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.