Days
of rain & winter's cold
Icicles
hanging on the sale, sign--sold!
Never
to return!
Not
to days of hot and summer's heat
Pasture's
dry, has seen defeat
Shade
tree lost all it's leaves
Lost
in last year's winter freeze.
It's
"Ole Blue's" name I'll miss the most
Deeply
carved; in the garden fence post.
Grandpa’d
raised him from a pup,
He
wasn’t much bigger then, than a ”tea-cup”.
He’d
used to run and play for hours
And
sniff my granny’s Gardenia flowers.
He’d
run and run and run all day
And
then one day, he just up-and ran away.
They
searched for him for days on end
They
asked each passer by and friend
And
then one day, he crawled on home
But
wasn’t too friendly after being on the roam.
Think
he’d been hiding out in an old wooden shack,
And
there were bites all over his matted back.
He
just whimpered and cowered away
Nope,
that old dog just wouldn’t stay.
Now
my grandma never got too close to him
Chances
of that looked pretty slim.
Grandpa's
knife was never dull.
(Sliced
right through that
mad
dog's skull.)
Afraid
of dogs she always was
Grandma
said, "It's just becuz"
She
never turned her back on one
Knew
the mean ones were no fun.
But
late into the winter's night,
Granny's
sick, she took her flight.
Road
was dark that evening hour
Her
journeys walk, soon went sour.
Growls
she heard deep in the dark
Looking
past the black so stark
Knew
that it was hard to run
And
wished that she had a gun.
Crickets
chirp & fire flies sing
Grandpa's
arm; my grandma clings
Fighting,
Howling, Yelping, Mad...
How
can one good dog go bad?
Friends
they were in younger days
Tails
wagging with puppy ways.
Always
licked the hand that fed
Food
no more but knife instead.
Sydell R Linsicombe©1999
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