Poetry: Farewell, Friend
Today, dear friend, you cannot jump,
Or bounce, or leap, or dash,
When once you bounded high.
No today he lifts you gently
In the seat for a one way ride.
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Not so long ago, you had raced,
A streak of copper hair,
Down a long dusty road,
Through grasses high, canyons rugged
The last run after it had snowed.
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Your heart grew sick and then so weak.
Your muscles atrophied.
You scampered off no more.
In a few month’s time, your body failed.
Hope and dread strove in inner war.
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In an April snow, the time had come.
Your suffering grew great
To the wild countryside,
You journey patient, trusting, good.
In rolling hills to ever abide.
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The cold of spring excites,
No it invigorates,
Your sickly frame, your tail.
Your happy eyes smile even now.
No sum of pain will see those fail.
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Even now, you sense our sorrow.
You know our troubled hearts.
Like ev’ry time before,
Your soft brown eyes, your muzzle white,
Urge heartbreaking comfort once more.
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He lifts my gun; I look away,
To belov’d hills and sky.
Like a blow strikes the report
Your crumpled form lies pain-free now.
Faithfulness, death alone dare thwart.
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