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For Bob: A Dog Post by :nhusss Category :Poems Author :David Morton Date :October 2011 Read :1125

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For Bob: A Dog

(In Memoriam)


You, who would never leave us to our sleeping,
But ever nosed us out of bed to play,
How can we ever think of you as keeping
So strangely still, as stirless as the clay?
We cannot think you dead to games and laughter;
Surely in some bright place beyond the sun,
Girls race and play, and you go racing after,
And lie across their feet when games are done.

Who knows, but in our separate times and places
When we have slept the last, last sleep away,
You yet may come, your nose against our faces,
And wake us to our bright, immortal play...
And if you startle us with rude surprise,
You'll beg--and win--forgiveness with those eyes.




(The end)
David Morton's poem: For Bob: A Dog

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