Every day is she that barking dog and all I hear everyday is <br />“ bark, bark, bark, ” barked the dog and every day I would keep on <br />walking pass him. But, during the winter I would not hear the dog <br />but I would here nothing except a bird which made a noise “ chirp, <br />chirp, churn” and every summer for nine years I would here this <br />rhythm of bird, dog, bird, dog. But on a day the dog never barked <br />and the bird never chirped and everyday that house which this noise <br />came from rotted and rotted to the ground. So my thoughts is that <br />that dog and bird kept that house alive.<br /><br />Makayla Veenstra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-and-winter-3/
