ivor or ivor.e hogg

Rookie (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

Nightly Routine - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The wind has dropped the air is still
With just a hint of autumn chill.
A scent of dampness fills the air.
My little dog and I don't care.
It is the highlight of his day
And he enjoys it come what may.
Rain hail or snow he has to go.
Although I think he seems to know.
My joints are stiff I can't walk far
We stick to our familiar
Short stroll about the neighbourhood
I'd take him further if I could.
My aching joints preventing me.
Restricting my mobility.


Comments about Nightly Routine by ivor or ivor.e hogg

  • John Brown (9/18/2012 9:40:00 AM)

    Nice poem Ivor. I know what you mean about aching joints - it's no fun is it. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 19, 2012


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