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Black Dog

Black Dog Johnny was a quiet boy: He lived by Rangar Wood. Johnny’s mother loved him, As all good Mother’s should. Black dog what’s you purpose? Just to howl at the moon? To harass poor little Johnny; Who’s time has come to soon. Johnny had a Motor-bike, And a helmet colored red. He raced with all his buddies Till Johnny turned up dead. Black dog what’s your purpose? Are you only here to fight? To take away our Johnny; In the stillness of the night? He hit a patch of gravel, Going quickly round a curve. There wasn’t time to jump; And there wasn’t time to swerve. Black dog what’s your purpose? Johnny’s just begun his life. He left a crying Mother, And a devastated wife. "Keep it between the ditches". Is what the people say. To flying boys on Motorbikes; Before they go away. Black dog what’s your purpose? When fine young people die? They bleed-out on the highways, While their loved ones cry.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 1/17/2019 4:32:00 AM
Sudden loss leaves the loved ones no time to prepare. Your poem is a fine tribute, and a testament that question we all keep asking: "WHY?" So sad, so beautiful! Thank You!
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Wanda Daugherty
Date: 1/17/2019 9:19:00 AM
Thank you! We lost a Son-in-law in 2005 to just such a Motorcycle wreck. His name wasn't Johnny but it was Mother's day and he was racing another guy. My daughter has never been the same. I could get on a soapbox about Motorcycles...

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