Under a maple tree
the dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
Rests his long chin
Looks up, alert;
Chops, with heavy
Jaws, at a slow fly,
In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage
For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt;
I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man,
And I sang of all we fought and feared and felt.
Yea, I sang as now I sing, when the Prehistoric spring
Made the piled Biscayan ice-pack split and shove;
And the troll and gnome and dwerg, and the Gods of Cliff and Berg
Were about me and beneath me and above.
Most near, most dear, most loved, and most far,
Under the huge window where I often found her
Sitting as huge as Asia, seismic with laughter,
Gin and chicken helpless in her Irish hand,
Irresistible as Rabelais but most tender for
The lame dogs and hurt birds that surround her,—
She is a procession no one can follow after
But be like a little dog following a brass band.
She will not glance up at the bomber or condescend
To drop her gin and scuttle to a cellar,
The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
At least it sure feels like that
Since Hanna moved away.
Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.
December's come to stay.
They've taken back the Mays and Junes
Since Hanna moved away.
He drove to the ranch as the corral was beginning to fill.
A rider was coming behind the herd over the top of the hill.
Two dogs were working back and forth, the dust rose in a swirl.
He did a double take you see, for this rancher was a girl.
She stepped down from the horse, then turned and said "Hi,
Come on in the house, we'll have some coffee and some pie."
He stood awhile, he didn't believe one gal could bring the herd in
And waited a bit to make sure no more riders came back to the pen.
My name is Roscoe...
This is my very own poem...
I recently moved to Chestnut Street...
To my very own new home...
I belong to Josie and Henry...
They’ve moved here with me, too...
We’re excited about our new home...
It has two patios, who the heck knew...
Found out my dog can’t get the surgery he needs because of a worsening heart condition. Going forwards, it’s just about making him comfortable until the end, which the vet said could be 3 weeks to a year. My work is having a zoom party and we are supposed to show the thing we most value and explain why. It’s obviously going to be my dog and this is the poem I wrote (first ever written).
At first it was hard,
To have much regard,
For the pile of hair,
That shook in despair.
His eyes in full swing,
From left to right,
he opened another beer
and sat on
but turned off the TV
He watched the kid
The kid was on his knees
before the coffee table
Leave the hand and
Hold the paw,
Forget the hand and
Smile with the owner of the paw,
Who Detect saddness in you
when no one can,
Love you when you yourself can't,
Heal you when no medicine can,
always cold in the north
perhaps coming here
mistake after all
It's not so much the weather as
it is the ever gray sky
It favors depression