My Dog Ben Poem by Phil Soar

We walk the slabs of concrete
And the verges of the street
We trudge through mud and snow and ice
And soak our tiresome feet
And when our stint outside is done
We come in from the rain
To sit and wait until the time
That we go out again

I can't help feeling that us two
Are so set in our ways
We could make the journey blindfold
And be home later that day
Let's face it Ben, if not for me
Your walks would no doubt cease
But I'd never get away with it
You'd not give me that peace

It's four years now, since I first came
Upon your puppy face
That look that said to me, you'd be
So awkward to replace
You've become a part and parcel
Of my living breathing day
And although at times you make me mad
Don't you ever run away

Ben, I know you're just a dog
But a friend of mine for life
As near as damn it loved by me
And also by my wife
God bless you when you're sleeping
May your day's be great and bright
Until I take you out again
That's every single night





Written for a sadly missed rough collie, left this world in 1987