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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem