The Story of Sam
Let me tell you a story about a dog named Sam
Sam was a basset hound of most dubious origins
He had a huge ugly wart on his back, not so glam,
A neighborhood dog, at supper he went about foragin’.
Everyone loved Sam with his happy-go-lucky demeanor
He always went about his business carefree and gay
We always thought no other dog around was keener,
Daily with all of us neighborhood kids Sam would play.
One day Semp and I were shooting with our slingshots
Like country boys then did frequently for fun,
But that day ended up with our stomachs in knots
So sorry that old Sam did not hear us, get up, and run.
We were shooting at crows that were sitting on a fence
Not realizing Sam was lying underneath in the shade,
And from that point, in my story, everything got tense
A stray rock hit Sam while under the fencerow he laid.
We heard Sam yelp, watched him draw his last breath,
Semp and I tried our best to revive him that afternoon
But the damage was done, and we experienced death
We buried Sam under the nettles in an old pine grove
Our tears flowed freely as we read his canine eulogy,
Everyone for miles around, well, Sam was known to love
Both Semp and I could never offer a suitable apology.
Afterwards, we gave up slingshots, any shooting event,
It was never much fun to do from that sad day forward
And this is, truthfully, how the tragic story of Sam went.
[PET/PETS]
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written April 16, 2022
for "Poetry Form - N - Narrative" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance La France
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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