There once was a doggie
He ran wild and free
We carved his name
Into his tree
He was born to a kelpie
Raised to herd sheep
But something wasn't right
He was too hard to keep
No one would buy him
He was too small
No one would take him
No one at all
His owners will drown him
A worthless dog
Was this the end
Of this ex-sheepdog
Tell me he's crazy
Tell me he's stupid
But I don't care
He may be lazy
He may be silly
But we love them both
It doesn't matter
What they are
We love them both
But along came two humans
One quite small
Pointed to him and his brother
We'll take them both
Thus began his life
As Sparky
Running around
Our Property
They lived alone
Not another dog
He was careful
Even in the fog
For fourteen long years
He lived happily
But one day he died
Quite suddenly
Tell me he's crazy
Tell me he's stupid
But I don't care
He may be lazy
He may be silly
But we love them both
It doesn't matter
What they are
We love them
We love them
We love them both
There once was a doggie
He ran wild and free
We carved his name
Into his tree
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Midnight Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry I've written over the years. Midnight poetry writing in the wee hours of the morning. Words are my therapy, my escape, my dreams. Maybe they will be yours too.
