and
Though I softly called to him
A fearful look was all I got
As the light quickly grew dim
In this special place of shade
Further ahead the dog goes
Splashing through the glade
Where the crystal water flows
Where soft spring moss lies
Growing loosely on the stone
With Winter's coming green dies
And turns to a winter tone
Helpless returning to home's lawn
Sadly he did not follow but was gone
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Oh the poor little dog! Loved these lines:
Splashing through the glade
Where the crystal water flows
Beautifully penned!
xoxo
Wow. Good job, Gail!
Huh!! So neat - we both took the "tone" line in the same direction! What're the chances of that! ;) I love your poem, Gail!
Beautifully written. The stream with it flowing water--wading country.
You've managed to tell a whole little story here, thanks--k. (Manicddaily)
Poor stray...winter is always coming! Viva la and well done
Beautiful, sad poem.
Poor stray.. For me there's an image of how hard it is to trust... Rather die in winter's frost,
poignant poem
love this one, i have had many a stray in my life, so can relate to this
Nicely written and to use this photo of Bonnie way upstream just adds to the character of the poem. The strays come across our paths now and then and I have taken more than one in until I have either found their owners or adopted them out. Nicely done. I sat on the beach and watched a fishing boat leave harbour and wrote a poem about that boat and its captain.
I would never have guessed that you were working with a preset group of end rhymes.
Splashing through the glade . . . beautiful Gail!
I love the photograph!
Gail, you poem had such a natural flow, much like the crystal water..great pic it compliments the poetry.
I love the dog photos on your banner......and now am worried about the stray - take treats next time you go - they might work. Smiles.
Well it wounds like you have a good companion, though he is having too much fun leading you around to heel. Down by the water sounds like a nice place to tarry as well.
That has happened to me before - makes you feel kind of sad but hopefully he was just a free spirit.
At least for a short while he had a friend...and some lovely clear water to quench his thirst and help him on his way
What a perfect use of the list. Yes, I have pursued and lost a number of strays - it is so frustrating that they don't understand when all we want to do is help...
Excellent!
ZQ
it may return when it longs for warmth of love
Sadly he could not trust anyone any more. How beautifully you wrote this piece.
sadness woven in the texture of a tale so beautifully...
Gail, I'm sad for that dog - but happy for those pix of pooches on your site. You crafted this really well ~
You've done such a good job relating the terrible a creature might experience when there is no trust... so sad...
The mood is very effectively written in this piece.
Trying to save and help the lost is a great thing.
Oh, Gail, Sherry right, take some food for dog next time...feel your worries throughout the poem; musical flow, creative on the prompt.
You certainly turned those listed end rhymes into a homogeneous whole. Well done!
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