While walking in the dark, <br /> I heard a wailing sound. <br /> Our behing the park, <br /> was just a sad old hound. <br /> He turned with eyes so sad, <br /> that spoke of years long past. <br /> His life a rough lot had, <br /> he'd found his place at last. <br /> And slowly he sat down, <br /> gave tail a shakey wag. <br /> His eyes were sadly brown, <br /> his back a painful sag. <br /> Then when he looked at me, <br /> I just had to go to him. <br /> Then in eyes did see, <br /> tho they were very dim. <br /> He said make room for me, <br /> for I can hardly see. <br /> Under yonder tree of shade, <br /> my comfort would improve. <br /> Said, would you take up spade, <br /> make my final place to lay. <br /> When humble hole our've make, <br /> to lay me when I die. <br /> And thank you for your deed, <br /> that for me you have done. <br /> And then with all God speed, <br /> cover me from final sun. <br /> There I'll forever remain, <br /> rest safe in quiet peace. <br /> and may only God ordain, <br /> wrapped in his golden fleece.<br /><br />Don McCrea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-hound/
