Sam's God Poem by R. G. Bell

Sam's God

Rating: 4.8


Sam’s god

My dog sees me as if he sees a god.
By miracle appear his daily meats.
From tap on high is water bowl refilled.
His fleas are killed, and now and then come treats.

His god decides when lights go off or on.
His paws can’t open doors. Thank god I do!
From me he gets both praise and just rebukes
With vague, imperfect knowings of their due.

For this he gives two furry ears to scratch,
A belly to be rubbed, a head to pat.
Beyond these, all responsibilities
Are mine alone. He seems content with that.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kanav Justa 28 October 2013

Liked this poem of yours... a great perception that was... bravo.

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Bri Edwards 26 August 2013

With vague, imperfect knowings of their due. ....i love it! the rhyming is exceptional in your poem, as i suppose it is other times as well. thanks for sharing. if only my wife would view me the same way. she knows how to open doors. bri :)

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Rachellle Meyers 27 January 2012

Looks like you have a good perception. I never really thought of it that way.

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Smoky Hoss 13 February 2011

What a neat poem, really like it!

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