Just me and the dog
On the rug in front of the fire
And the wind that blows
In gusts against the window pane
Outside in the winter dark.
The dog is busy gnawing her bone
And I am writing a poem.
wow...this is a nice poem...its like you are making the reader visualise the scene... Asma...
What a cosy, warm scene you have presented here Peter. Lovely idea, lovely way to spend your leisure time. A dog always knows where to find home comforts! ! ! Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Gorgeous and snuggly Pete. Sometimes the simplest things are the most beautiful. Hugs Anna xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yea. It just is a warm beautiful scene. I can just imagine you two...and what a great poem you came up with. (May be Kelbi inspired you to write this one :)) Peace.