Dear Old Glory

26 Nov


Steady on, my canine friend,
for we’ve not so far to go;
we must abide now the wood,
and heed to winter’s snow;
rest here in this ragged coat,
may it keep your body warm;
I beg pardon for your comfort,
no seat here may suit your form;
‘no dogs allowed’, it said again,
no mongrels born, such as we;
and so, we travel farther on,
to where another comfort be;
you are old, and bone withered,
no paths have you left to run,
so tearful, may you find, at last,
tranquil resting, ‘ere day’s done;
would I fight to have a cure,
and alleviate all of your ail;
would I run again by your side,
and once more, follow your tail;
you’ve been a loyal companion,
o’er every field I would roam;
rest easy now, my old friend,
we’re nearly there… nearly home.


Posted by on November 26, 2015 in My Poetry



2 responses to “Dear Old Glory

  1. Tiegan

    November 26, 2015 at 8:30 am

    Beautiful, natural-sounding rhymes. A sad story, too. His canine friend’s story is coming to an end.


    Liked by 1 person

    • Daniel J. Antil

      November 26, 2015 at 8:46 am

      Thank you, sincerely! It is an ode to a former canine companion. Your words honor me!

      Liked by 1 person


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