Duke Poem by John Shea

Duke



Once we had each other
he was smart and sleek
like no other dog I shared my life with
His speech was a Border Collies gift

Bred to herd sheep
But ended up on an island
herding young ladies instead

He was loved frolicking on Atlantic Beach sand
As his fifteen years of service came to an end

So sad as I cried oh such grief
but just beyond a moonlit reef

I spied a lovely mermaid
With teardrops in her aqua eyes
grieving for Dukey on the day he died.

The night was dark full of shooting stars
And among them was my good friend Duke.

Thursday, March 26, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: best friend
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shirley Hanley 17 December 2009

ahhhh John, this touched my soul. I've been there many times. It seems to be one of life's cruel jokes that ones we love so deeply as our pets have such short life spans... perhaps to put a bit of leather in our hearts to prepare us for the hard journey ahead [? ]. Perhaps you can relate to my poem 'Goodbye' when you get a moment. Namaste, Shirley

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Cherry Point N.C.
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