Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Ethan's Dog Poem

Her first feel was her mothers tongue
She spent her time playing amongst soft furry bodies
Until a man came and took her away

She met the boy, a better playmate there never was
They would run through the grass together
Or doze together in a soft bed

They grew older together until the boy began to leave
Most of the day she would spend waiting for that yellow bus
And when he finally came they would play

As the years went by the boy no longer left
But he was no longer small, and she no longer young
She weakened day by day, until darkness took her

Now she is young again
But she is still waiting
Waiting for him to walk through those pearly gates

So that they may play, again.

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