Last Walk (Acrostic)
Late afternoon, on a June day, I took a stroll.
Another day like any other, but soon no more,
Shaded area before, darkened my heartfelt soul.
Talking to him, just a few minutes before, the roar,
We were pals, my little canine friend, poet and me.
Always together, except, when truck came speeding.
Listening, this terrible sound, how could it be?
Knowing the worst, I carried him, my heart pleading.
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2009
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