I wrote this one today:
Quiet day on a windswept field
Here I stand beside you, within this swaying grass
I picked this special spot for you
Where your games will forever last.
You’ll chase the playful scents along
As they ride upon the wind
And I will thank the Lord forever long
That I could call you friend.
You never once got mad with me
Even when I was at my worst.
And you loved me very faithfully
Though, we were strangers there at first.
The pride I felt when you learned my words
And reached out to shake my hand
Sit and stay and fetch the stick
You followed each command.
Whenever I walked through the door
You raced to give me greetings
But I long for the day where once again
We will reenact such meetings.
I embrace you for the final time, dear boy
Then I place you in the ground
Life demands that I should leave you now
But I think I’ll stick around.
The sound of our moment holds my ears
I hear a young man laughing…
…And that old familiar bark.
