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for Carrie at The Sunday Muse
The top photo reminds me of a photo of my grandma when she was about 50. She was sitting on the ground on a misty stretch of prairie, looking into the distance. The wolf, of course, reminds me of Pup, who often put his paw forward, like this, uttering a soft "whuff" to get my attention or make a request. Sigh.
Out of the whole wide misty world
you found me,
cocked your ears,
put your paw forward,
did a little play bow,
enchanted me.
I took you home.
You grew and grew.
You were a wild thing.
Now I am old
and you are gone.
I sit on a log in the sun
and remember when
we lolloped together along the beach,
you with your goofy grin,
my wild heart exulting,
when you and I
and the whole wide beautiful world
were young,
and your wild song
had only just begun.
for Carrie at The Sunday Muse
The top photo reminds me of a photo of my grandma when she was about 50. She was sitting on the ground on a misty stretch of prairie, looking into the distance. The wolf, of course, reminds me of Pup, who often put his paw forward, like this, uttering a soft "whuff" to get my attention or make a request. Sigh.
Shery, you know I like this a lot. I had forgotten that you got Pup as a true puppy, if I was to be asked I would say as young frisky sized pup. Though I knew your story and thought of you now and then, my wolf was not yours, it was one of several that I had to decide this morning. Promise. Haha Your episode was cute, mine supposedly held apprehension. Thank you for telling, he loved you and even molded you some, I know. (so did my Adi Beagle Dog to me.
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This tugs at my heart strings Sherry! What a beautiful relationship you had with Pup and what beautiful poetry has been inspired by that!
ReplyDeleteLovely words for a marvellous relationship. It makes me glad to be back. Oh, and I got your comment.
ReplyDeleteWild thing .... you made my heart sing.
ReplyDeleteI love the stories about your "wolf".
ReplyDeleteSweet memories of a special friend!
ReplyDeleteHow precious it is to have the heart warmed by memories of wilder, freer times.
ReplyDeleteA Pup baby pic!!!!! *swoon*
ReplyDeleteNice! I like how you brought the wolf in as the spirit of the pup.
ReplyDeleteHe was a wolf-pup, qbit. Very smart, and wild.
DeleteOh, this is lovely and heartbreaking at the same time. And what a beautiful pup!
ReplyDeleteThe wild will never leave your heart and neither will Pup.
ReplyDeleteWell, this line made me cry, Sherry: "... Now I am old/and you are gone." I miss my Chinook so much, as I know you miss your Pup. You have written something from the heart which shows how some things will never truly leave us alone, tho, even when they're gone. <3
ReplyDeleteI know, Joy. I still have pangs and tears every time I think of him - nine years later. He will never leave me.
ReplyDeletePerfect.
ReplyDeleteThis brought tears to my eyes, Sherry. They are all just too much to lose.
ReplyDeleteThose beginnings, where lolloping and goofiness reside, are the memory feasts of our older years. You will never be alone.
ReplyDeleteSherry, a "true," poem for sure!! I love Pup through your words, and I also miss him. They come to teach us to love. To enrich our lives. So sweet!
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They are great companions and they linger on in memory. The closer they are the longer the retention of their images of fun and laughter! Yes Sherry, having pets can be most fulfilling.
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To be found by one who already knows us is a beautiful thing. I can feel the connection.
ReplyDeleteAwww, this is so touching, Sherry. The only bad thing about dogs is they just don't live long enough.
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