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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I was a mere lad I also had a dog, my best-pal, named Ginger. I still miss her to this very day. Beautiful poem; and thanks for the memories James.