The Little Black Donkey Poem by Joseph Enright

The Little Black Donkey

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The little black donkey
Peered over the gate
In a lonley sort of way
He thought to himself
As people passed by
Nobody seems to mind
About a little bvlack donkey
Who has had his day
Now gettig old and half blind.

The little black donkey
Has a shaggy coat
When once he was young and trim
As he pulled a cart
Along country lanes
With a man who was good to him.

But the old man died
And it makes him sad
When he thinks of the days of yore
Of the gentle touch of his master's hand
That now he will feel no more.

Sometimes a little boy will stop
To say 'Good morning Ned'
And he stands on the gate
To gently pat his head.
Then the little black donkey gives a sigh
And he doesn'.t mind so much
As all he wants
Is a kindly word
And the feel of a friendly touch.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Juan Olivarez 17 November 2010

This poem is so very good. It reminds me for the world of 'Nicolas Nye' by Walter De La Mare.

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