Wags - A Dog's Tale
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Alas I am still here but you are gone,
verily so all things must pass old friend;
true the proud breast filled and white his coat shone
from beginning to inglorious end.
A scout, a hunter, and a rover save
the car chasing fool in outrageous youth,
yet in his lazy dotage I forgave
sly endeared mischief too long in the tooth.
That you bettered me I do freely boast
and made less joyless this world unto me -
a kindness of heart I’ll remember most
and wagging tail known eponymously.
I think of old times over hill and dale
in my love for you in this a dog’s tale.
Written: May 1990
Our family dog 1972 ~ 1988
An English Setter cross.
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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