James Foulk Poet I do not know?

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.

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Carolyn Devonshire April 3, 2011 at 8:56 AM I'm so sorry you had to have Murphy put to sleep, James. I hope he had a long life -- no doubt it was a happy one with you as his "master." A genuinely moving poem. I did had to have a cat with heart disease put to sleep once, but all my other cats died of old age. They certainly had pampered lives! Awesome poem for my favorites. Love, Carolyn

Troy Jeremy Nelson March 5, 2010 at 5:22 PM touching, i too have pets and dread the day.