Skipper
I have a young dog, a fair dog, a good dog.
Each day, with bent head and swift paw
He follows me; he leads me over hill and over dale.
This young dog, this fair dog, this good dog
Trots by me through forest grim
And still is there when clear again.
He’ll brave the night and take a fight
From whom’ ere would dare challenge him.
I have an old dog, a faithful dog, a good dog,
And there he is with scar - borne hide
To watch me when I close my eyes,
And when I wake I have no fear
For he will be still watching near.
Copyright © Dawn Fulmer | Year Posted 2014
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