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
Carved
real deep in the garden fence post.
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
journey 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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