| Lord, One Small Dog Died Today | Is there a country Lord, where you might keep
A place reserved for dogs that fall asleep.
Large airy kennels, yards for hiding bones,
A little river chattering over stones,
And wide green fields for those that never knew
A smokey town, an old worn rug or two
Before a fire, where sparks do not fly out---
Sparks are such nasty things to have about.
I like to think there is and so I pray
For one small dog that died today.
He was so full of fun, not very wise,
The puppy look still lingered in his eyes.
But he was very dear.....he'd come to me
and rest his soft dark chin upon my knee.
You do know him. One night not long ago
He tramped with me across the frozen snow
And there, beyond the wood, peaceful and still
We met you walking on the moonlit hill.
Lord keep him safe wherever he may be.
And let him always have a thought of me
That I may hear, when I pass through the dark,
Your soothing voice, and then a friendly bark!
-- Unknown | |
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