The Eclectic Pen - The Old Dog

By: Anna H. (dancingqueen18) - ,
Date Submitted: 1/4/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 30
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A brave soul
Strong, fierce
Brave, bold
But he grew old
Now he sits
Guarding his castle
Through sleepy eyes
He gazed at his prize
A wooden house
Worn with age
A water bowl
A forgotten toy
A distant memory
Of a boy.

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Elizabeth B. (meowysmiles) - - 1/4/2007 7:43 PM ET

Nice write : )

Tracy C. (auntshamaine) - 1/4/2007 9:18 PM ET

I feel the yearning of the dog. It kind of makes me want to cry. I wonder if you were aiming for that or if I'm having a "leaky" day.

Jim H. (Pecos45) - 1/4/2007 10:00 PM ET

Good emotion

Erin B. (redwingslover) - 1/5/2007 3:43 PM ET

Great emotion. It kind of reminded me of the book "Sounder", a favorite of mine as a kid.

tani - 1/5/2007 8:53 PM ET

Oh, boy, this one makes me want to cry. I hate to think how many dogs are in this situation, too.

Chris B. - 1/6/2007 8:18 AM ET

Oh this reminds me of my dog Dudleys last days. I dont usually get poetry but I can always tell if I like it and I like this.

Anna H. (dancingqueen18) - , - 1/6/2007 1:16 PM ET

Thanks, guys. I wrote this in memory of my dog Goldie, who lived to be 17.

Maria P. (BklynMom) - , - 1/6/2007 5:01 PM ET

Sniff! Great!

Jennifer M. (lpeogirl) - , - 2/10/2007 6:26 PM ET

Very good!

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