Look under the bridge
Can see Sydney's underpants
Not unlike Paris
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As I went under the bridge
My mind began to wander
Away from the tourist sights
Remembering childhood day
Bridges where I used to play
Down at the creek on our farm
Over on the graveled road
Under that bridge where I played
Followed creek through the fence
Duke and I sat on the bank
Throwing rocks into the stream
Duke was taking a short nap
Sleeping dog reminded me
I's thinking how it would be
To be homeless here except
My bed, blanket and a dog
I'm the lucky veteran
There's so many have no home
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A dog can be a great company, but it is sad when it is the only one.
ReplyDeletePoignant final lines, Jim.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done. Love the haiku.
ReplyDeleteI'm the lucky veteran
ReplyDeleteThere's so many have no home
The underbelly of cities often invokes these feelings.
It is always blessed to have gratitude as you express here.❤️
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