Notes About The Poem
These are true stores of my cat Smokey who was my first friend, first playmate and first pet.
Smokey and the Golden Retriever
Once when I was just a kid,
My mom thought 'twould be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play,
And we could swing outside.
I had a swing set in the yard,
Where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me,
Away from Mommy's flowers.
It stood beneath a large Oak tree,
And even had a sand box.
We played and swung and had a ball,
Got sand in clothes and socks.
Our neighbors had a big red dog,
A loyal, patient friend.
Prince often came to play with us.
He wagged his tail and grinned.
Another dog came on the scene,
And Prince was not amused.
They postured and they sniffed each other.
A dog fight soon ensued.
We screamed and cried and climbed the set,
As Prince and Dog fought on.
Smokey heard our frantic cries,
And raced onto the lawn.
Prince was huge with big white teeth,
And muscles, big and stocky;
But Smokey feared him not and leaped,
And rode him like a jockey.
Smokey sank his claws in deep,
With teeth he grabbed his neck.
The big dog took off down the street,
With Smokey firmly set,
Upon his back, he rode him well,
They soon were out of sight.
We worried that he might get hurt,
In yet another fight;
But he came strolling home real soon,
The hero of the day.
"Don't worry kids', he seemed to say,
'He won't be back today."
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