Francie Lynch


Skye Rocks It At Night - Poem by Francie Lynch

She once was called Sassy,
You'll read why not Lassie;
But they chose the name of an Isle.
It says kin and kith,
With its breadth and its width;
Yes, the Isle and she both
Are called Skye.

She's a dimunitive terrier,
She'll not be a harrier;
She'd fall down the holes
Chasing rabbits and voles,
And never be heard of again.

Too quiet for a guard dog,
In the pack, she's no lead dog;
If she tried herding sheep,
They'd bleat in their sleep,
And the sheep would lay down
For the wolves.

She's no sledder like Buck,
She can't carry a duck,
And certainly no fighter like Fang.
She's no Rin Tin Tin,
Can't run fast like him,
And she's not sleek like Roy Rogers' Bullet.

She won't find a body
Buried under the snow,
And she won't win blue ribbons
At any dog show.
But I'm convinced
By her snuffles
She's well worth the trouuble,
I'll take her out hunting
In the woods
For my truffles.

Topic(s) of this poem: dogs, pets


Comments about Skye Rocks It At Night by Francie Lynch

  • (1/26/2016 10:09:00 AM)


    The beautiful poem highlights the affection of a person for pet dog and his notions about it's habits and behavior. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2016



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