Back home again <br />in the yard <br />I used to play in <br /> <br />So many memories here <br />of days long ago <br />for memories, I hold dear <br /> <br />Saw the grave of old shep <br />the dog I loved so <br />in this yard, he followed me every step <br /> <br />He's buried between two trees you see <br />buried him in my brand new quilt <br />and my mother was really mad at me <br /> <br />In this yard, I would bathe him <br />many years before <br />his old eyes grew dim <br /> <br />His bed layed by the cellar door <br />with tall trees, all around him <br />oh memories, of the dog I adored <br /> <br />Memories of the time <br />that the meter man came <br />he hit old shep, that wasn't very kind <br /> <br />This old yard, was all shep had <br />he guarded it with his life <br />when he died, I was very sad <br /> <br />This old yard, now has in it, <br />a lot of beautiful flowers, all round <br />between two trees, he wouldn't mind a bit.<br /><br />jim foulk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buried-between-two-trees/
