My Puppy-When We Were Both Young Poem by Bryan Taplits

My Puppy-When We Were Both Young



I remember well the wagging tail-
The face so meek.... Yet fierce.
The noble stance, the stiff-legged prance-
He always made me feel secure.
His startled gaze would brook no fear-
His bark a menace: Loud!
I see it still, his swishing tail,
I hear his warning-ed, cheeky growl.
My boyhood chum, my dearest pal,
A safeguard that I still see-
At times I stand over
my wayward pet,
As-when I was young-
He stood over me.

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