Not long before
his lope was long,
His coat shines black, eyes glow bright,
Yet, in them deep impending night.
His stride was firm, true and strong.
delight, he ran so free
Now content he rests near me.
Age creeps furtive
into his bones,
Where is the pup I past have known?
Look down the road
past gate and trees
Where you once chased the cats and geese...
I see you there
you'll always be
Still young inside the heart of me.
1999 Lyn Richards
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Image used in the above applet scanned
from June 1998 issue of DogFancy
Special Thanks to Lyn Richards
for allowing me to use her poetry.