Saturday, March 10, 2012

A Dog's Life Comments

Rating: 5.0

Sixteen years, now almost seventeen,
I've played at stick and ball, stayed seldom still
until good master's call would whistle shrill
to lead me back - no need to smack. Sight keen.
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Jonathan ROBIN
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Jitesh Shah 21 March 2014

very beautiful poem of a dogs life sir, and also read my poem

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Diana Van Den Berg 25 September 2013

My tears for the fears and my joy in his happiness today and all his nearly seventeen years. My beloved horse, Flicka, went to Heaven on 28 April 2002 - he was 37½; my beloved Maltese Poodle, Daisy joined him on 18 December 2010 at the age of 14½; my beloved tabby cat, Tigger, joined them on 16 October 2010 at the age of 15½; my beloved granddog (my son’s dog) , Ciro, joined them this year on 14 July at the age of 13; and I tried to save Ben, a darling Boerbul puppy belonging to a neighbour, from gross neglect, but he was whisked away to I don’t know where and it is tearing me apart, along with missing Flicka, Daisy and Tigger who found me Benji-woof and Cleo-meeow on 31 December 2010. Please give you dog a hug from me and please tell him from me that he is an excellent poet.

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Valsa George 22 May 2013

A beautiful poem, the soliloquy of a dog! ! A look back into sixteen years of his faithful service to his master! ! Enjoyed much! !

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Roshni D'Souza 21 October 2012

Haven't been on poemhunter for a while, but came back to browse a little. Mr. Robin was the first poet I looked for. This one is an old favourite of mine. Thanks!

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