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**Michael-jeckson2** · 08-25-2011, 10:14 PM

My favorite dog poetry comes from Frances Rodman's "Lost Dog"...

He lifts his hopeful eyes at each new tread,
Dark wells of brown with half his heart in each:
He will not bark, because he is well-bred,
Only one voice can heal the sorry breach.
He scans the faces that he does not know,
One paw uplifted, ear cocked for a sound
Outside his sight. Only he must not go
Away from here; by honor he is bound.
Now he has heard a whistle down the street;
He trembles in a sort of ecstasy,
Dances upon his eager, padding feet,
Straining himself to hear, to feel, to see,
And rushes at a call to meet the one
Who of his tiny universe is sun.

08-25-2011, 10:14 PM	#6
Michael-jeckson2 Join Date Nov 2005 Posts 534 Senior Member	My favorite dog poetry comes from Frances Rodman's "Lost Dog"... He lifts his hopeful eyes at each new tread, Dark wells of brown with half his heart in each: He will not bark, because he is well-bred, Only one voice can heal the sorry breach. He scans the faces that he does not know, One paw uplifted, ear cocked for a sound Outside his sight. Only he must not go Away from here; by honor he is bound. Now he has heard a whistle down the street; He trembles in a sort of ecstasy, Dances upon his eager, padding feet, Straining himself to hear, to feel, to see, And rushes at a call to meet the one Who of his tiny universe is sun.
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