We were on about poems...

[GoldenRivet]

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

Yet… in the distant park

I hear a young man laughing…

…And that old familiar bark.

[Sledgehammer427]

terrific stuff GR.
almost brought a tear to my eye

[Takeda Shingen]

That is rather well done, GR. A moving tribute to a good friend.

[GoldenRivet]

Originally Posted by Takeda Shingen

That is rather well done, GR. A moving tribute to a good friend.

our german shepherd is great thankfully.

i sort of had our inevitable day in mind when i wrote this, also had in mind a couple of great dogs from when i was younger.

thanks

[Betonov]

great and moving.

I picked this special spot for you
Where your games will forever last.

I'll have to pick that special spot for mine in the near future

And anyone rembers lord Byrons Epitaph to a dog
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epitaph_to_a_Dog

love how he takes a swing at mankind

[frau kaleun]

Originally Posted by Betonov

great and moving.



I'll have to pick that special spot for mine in the near future

And anyone rembers lord Byrons Epitaph to a dog
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epitaph_to_a_Dog

love how he takes a swing at mankind

I think Mark Twain said it best when he opined that if admission to heaven were based on merit, our dogs would go in and we would stay out.

[AdeptCharge]

Originally Posted by GoldenRivet

I wrote this one today:

You’ll chase the playful scents along

Considering this, you have failed to specify playful scent, ie it could be presumed sweat, or sundry miscellaneous gasses.