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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