Carrie Richards Poet Tanka

Shiloh ...

Her leash and frisbee
Sit high on a shelf, waiting
But no one is coming...
The park down on the corner
Looks abandoned and lonely


    Yet,  there is a place
    Where the sweetest golden girl
    (Shiloh was her name)
    Tail wagging,...... happily plays
    Unleashed....while chasing rainbows! 


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For Constance's Pets in Heaven contest

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Carolyn Devonshire October 1, 2009 at 9:07 AM Ooops, just read some of the other comments and I see this poem was a great success in the contest. Not surprising. Congratulations!

Carolyn Devonshire October 1, 2009 at 9:06 AM Oh, Carrie, this poem brought tears to my eyes. Although it's always sad to lose our pets, we have so many memories that fill the rest of our lives. Simply beautiful! Good luck in the contest! Love, Carolyn

Carol Sunshine Brown October 1, 2009 at 3:58 AM Congratulations on your win in Constance's contest Carrie. Love, Carol

Raul Moreno October 1, 2009 at 12:21 AM Carrie, congrats on your success in the contest...Raul

James Marshall Goff September 30, 2009 at 5:04 PM I loved this poem about Shiloh!...congrats! Carrie!... jim

Brian Strand September 26, 2009 at 7:57 AM Carrie thanks for your welcome blog comments todayRgds Brian

Christopher Higgins September 25, 2009 at 7:40 AM Sweet flowing words my friend..your poetry come alive....nicely done.

Brian Strand September 24, 2009 at 8:48 AM Best wishes with this one Carrie.thanks also for for your kind words and comments today you are an encouragement to my endeavours..Rgds Brian

Chris Churchill September 23, 2009 at 7:05 PM Beautyfull, and heart renching

Darryl Ivery September 23, 2009 at 3:25 PM Thats crazy i can relate my life to a dog. this is deep

P Sheart September 23, 2009 at 7:59 AM Hi Carrie I love this! Ah the memories you bring to mind.... Dogs, they live to play that's for sure. The last line is perfecto! Good luck in Contance's contest, a winner either way in my book. Take care Love Light Truth Patricia

Charmaine Chircop September 23, 2009 at 6:25 AM very sweet indeed Carrie--Charma

Carol Sunshine Brown September 23, 2009 at 5:14 AM Oh my Carrie this piece is truly beautiful. I think you have a winner here. Love, Carol

Raul Moreno September 22, 2009 at 7:04 PM Ha, profound but I loved that last line...Raul

Abe Lopez September 22, 2009 at 3:52 PM Good luck with this poem in the contest carrie. thanks for the kind comment (humbly). check out savannahs take on it ..... i was sure proud of her efforts . she is maturing in her work!

James Marshall Goff September 22, 2009 at 3:43 PM Hi Carrie!... your poem broke me up.... and helped me remember the last days with my dear Golden... Babe Ruth... your question about my dialect, do I still hear it? heck yea! I use it! mostly as a term of endearment when I'm talking to my regular catering clients...expresses a familial touch... like.... they will thank me for helping them order the right mix and amount of food, I'll say "you betcha!"

Veronica Joseph September 22, 2009 at 1:41 PM my throat is all choked up.