Alone

ALONE:  written after stopping by a sculpture of this retriever, that was hidden in the bramble bushes along a path at the Buttermilk Inn in Milton, NY. It reminded me of my grandsons’ beloved golden retrievers, Bogie and Madison.

 

A ncient wisdom from his ink black eyes,

L ofty stature speaks without a sound,

O nly scarcely seen, as brambles do disguise,

N ever ceasing to protect his ground,

E ver keeping watch, loyalty unbound.

 

photo Friday; #alone

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