Ginger Poem by James Casey

Hooper Road dead-endeed where we'd play
I fished while Ginger dug at her favorite hole
A recollection of my youth along those banks of clay
That's always throbbing deep within my soul

The muddy bands of the Susquehanna is where we toiled by day
Where things we would share were very much extolled
Those of us, the fortunate, who passed along her way
Were all left, with her, resonating deep within our souls

She shared with me her wit, her wisdom and allure
That I would couple with mine, oft out of control
In recollections of those days, I find that I'm unsure
Whether she loved me for me or because I filled her bowl

I have not forgotten my first love, nor will I forget my last
The hearts of some that often weren't meant to be
Nonetheless They're intertwined with echoes of the past
That short haired mutt has a special place deep within me

And in my waning years< I oft remember her walking by my side
Whether headed out to play or to bed where we'd recline
Always keeping pace with her young friend walking side by side
When I pass, I'll carry me, the love of a great canine


James Casey 2013