Dog Theres this dog that I feed shreds of bread and of hay Its nothing I need But the dog never stays Maybe the dog was meant to be stray Maybe he wasn't meant to find love I dont know why he wont stay Knowing this, can god really be above? Is this dog meant to be alone? Will he ever find a home? Does no one love his golden tone? I hope this dog will find love one day but I doubt it Because this dog is like me in a way.
lol, your last line saved this whole piece. it has a simple charm leading up to a somewhat disheartening ending. contrast, cool. Now, I can't say the build up was flawless but it got a reaction out of me...see ya where the red fern grows, buddy
He was camped put on some no name creek He knew his time had come He was happy just to die out there Neath the Wattle tree and Gum. But we couldn't let him die that way Even though I think we knew That the doctors couldn't help him And there was nothing they could do. Yet, we brought him here so he could die In this nice clean sterile room Where he couldn't smell the fragrance Of the Wattle trees in bloom. And as I passed his room this morning With trembling voice he said to me "Please take me back to the place I love Where my spirit longs to be." "You can have my gold chain and my watch They're all I have to give. Plus this little book, in which I've writ All the things of worth I've did." "Then take this worn old body And let it die out there, Where the Wattle trees are blooming And their perfume fills the air.".................By S-word.
