[Tree just off our back yard (then) click on picture for larger size viewing]
My Beagle Dog
You were a puppy
when we first got you
You grew fairly fast
got set in your way
Chasing squirrels
you loved to do
Up the trees where
squirrels were safe
Walks you hated
going the worst
Coming home best
that you would walk
You are old now
and can't respond
Ashes I'll keep
bury with me
- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2024, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Sanaa of dVerse Poetics
where she instructed us to write form poem as she described. Write first person with the listener cannot respond.
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- I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 17,
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And tonight I am linked with Rosemary at Friday Writings #123
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A poignant poem to your poodle, Jim.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet heartfelt conversation, Jim. Pets really are one of the family. I love your ending.
ReplyDeleteWill admit to getting misty-eyed reading your poem. I have lost too many furry friends over the years. Have a wonderful week.
ReplyDeleteA friend you have lost... I can understand the love and connection
ReplyDeleteA sweet one Jim!
ReplyDeleteOur pets are so precious to us.
ReplyDeleteAh, the love of these dear companions is such a treasure.
ReplyDeleteReally heart felt - i can feel the love.
ReplyDeleteCondolences...
ReplyDeletePK
They give us so much unconditional love.
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