Treasure Island

Athul KrishnaA

(17th august 1997 / Kottayam, Kerala)

09 My best friend


My best friend is a dog,
He sleeps like a log.
He has very sharp front teeth
And he likes to lie in the heat.
He barks when excited
And shy when highlighted.
I think he is a hero
My father thinks he is zero
He walks with me to the mills
His barks could be heard over the hills!
He has a waggy tail
And he has never wailed
He has good eye sight
And a very good bite
The thieves are afraid of him
He has never been dim
He was sold to me by a mason
And I woildn't give him up for any reason! ! ! ! !

Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

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  • Nkululeko Mdudu (4/24/2008 2:23:00 AM)

    'And they are our spirit brothers', you have touched on a point that all mankind should nrver forget. for this I sallute you! (Report) Reply

  • Jack Tex (4/23/2008 9:53:00 AM)

    No wonder your dog is your best friend around. The unlikeliest of friendships could form between man and animals, that's what happened time and again throughout history. Very well done, I must admit and a surprisingly mature write for you age. (Report) Reply

  • Scott Austin (4/21/2008 11:31:00 PM)

    This is a wonderful piece of work, there is nothing more special than a youngman and his dog. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us.


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