Long Losshigh school Poems

A Boy and His Dog

They got him as a puppy when Danny was nearly three.
He was a scruffy little fellow and had no pedigree.
Daddy asked, "What are you going to name the little tyke?"
"Scruff", said Danny, "I think that's a name he'd like!"

They became the closest pals and were seldom seen apart.
Every move that Danny made, to him Scruff's eyes would dart.
Scruff would tag along with Danny to ensure he didn't stray.
At night as he dreamed of kings and things, his guardian nigh him lay.

The sun-tanned, barefoot boy and his dog formed an inseparable bond,
As they explored the fields, streams and veiled horizons beyond.
Scruff chased rabbits and butterflies as they took their daily tramp.
Danny shared his lunch with Scruff when they paused to camp.

Time hastened on inexorably as it will and schooling beckoned Dan.
Thro' high school and then on to college, Danny became a man.
Scruff was moving slower and gray hair was seen about his ruff.
Time was taking its toll on good and faithful Scruff.

In a far-off place strife began and Danny marched off to war,
His heart was shattered as he left Scruff whimpering at the door.
'Twas to be their final farewell, alas, Danny did not come home.
Ne'er more would Scruff and his pal those fields of Indiana roam.

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)