by | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

I think of my friend, my eyes full of tears
With her soft golden coat and drooping ears
As a puppy I recall she was so full of fun
With her brown eyes bright, catching the sun
She fetched the sticks and dug her holes
She played with stones, rubber toys and coals
Her wet black nose nuzzled my palm
Who could do her any harm?

From Africa to England her journey went well
Quarantine awaited a six month spell
She accepted her new home with such ease
Still the same dog ready to please
As the years rolled by her bound had gone
But she never lost her sense of fun
The twelve short years she spent with me
I will treasure until eternity


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