a dog named Jake
would you chase me with a rake
would you spend good times with me
or leave me chained up to a tree
would you love me
stroke my fur
care if I were pure or cur
clip my nails and brush my teeth
warm my belly with sliced beef
see that I had water, clean
a place to sleep
a time to keen
when sadness held us
made our bond
......old loves vanished
won't be found......
until the bridge is crossed
and we
will dance and howl for joy...be free
and we will dance and howl for joy...be free... i take this dog of your poem as a symbol of love, concern and life...... thank you dear poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The moon may rise, the sun may set, a Gardner's hand cannot reflect your coming nor your face.. James McLain.. is it poetry