House By the Woods

One day as I was walking, I spotted a house by the woods, saw an old friend from my childhood, sitting on the porch. We talked about the old days, when we were so young and free, he showed me his garden, as we stopped to sit on a park bench. Such enchanting roses all around, bringing me closer to nature and my past years. He then showed me, where his dear old dog Murphy was buried by the pond with roses all around. Tears shed for this sweet dog who loved to roam the woods, searching for rabbits, he never found. Memories from the past were remembered that day as I said my farewell and left the house by the woods. wrote 3-3-10 Inspired by my dog Murphy wrote this at 10:52, just hours before I had him put to sleep. also my last poem to write before he died.