Written To A Dog Poem by Paul Reed

We own the earth
The hills and the fields
The crops are ours alone
All that the land yields;

We are rulers of the globe
You are granted our permission
When to be wild and free
It is not your decision;

The beaches are ours to enjoy alone
They are there for man's pleasure
Not for the sea birds that wheel overhead
Or the nests that hold their treasure;

We give you a taste of fresh air
But you are never truly freed
Even on your walks with us
You have to stay on the lead;

Everything must be just right for us
We are rulers, you have no free will
We say when you can enjoy the space
(In the months between October and April) .