Valsa George Dog Poems

A Tribute To My Dog

Here lies my dog, motionless in his kennel
unable to wag his tail as he always did.
Yesterday when I saw him, curling helpless on his mat
he still wagged his tail and from him arose

The Old Man And His Dog

Out through the window of his lonely cottage
The old man vacantly gazed,
At the lazy curl of smoke from the chimneys
His eyes further wandered over to the dew dampened meadows

Limericks,7,8 (Dog's Bark/ Cat's Mew)


In Greece, lived a young lad called Mark
All he craved was to sing like a lark