My Red Setter, Who Died In 1944 Poem by Rodney Barnett
My Red Setter, Who Died In 1944
Just for a dog, our hearts are bled;
Those glistening eyes, that noble head,
That coat of rich and golden red
No more are seen, for Don is dead.
Such splendour fails not, as his breath -
Long as his memory lingereth
His beauty liveth on through death.
Thursday, January 2, 2003
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