The young dog bounds ahead and circles back
The old dog trots behind in steady pace
I walk between their pulling back and forth
I’m filled with anger, patience and despair
My pilgrim’s quest to bend them to my will
That we, all three, should ramble on as one
It feels no closer, just as out of reach
As when I first said “I will master be.”
Objective thought reveals we have progressed,
But oh how long this road has proved to be
So we give thanks for streams and rain-filled pools
Where we can rest, then carry on refreshed
Your poetry?! I read and followed with an understanding exertion to find the pace! That's a wonderfully descriptive poem! Must point Pam @pamknowler this direction. With her two dogs, she must know the feeling!
The poem sums up dog walks so well. My pup is still learning to pace her steps to mine and not let the lizards, butterflies, other dogs, and any strange shadow control her.
What a wonderful poem and with my two dogs your words resonate perfectly! Thank you Louise @weezilou for bringing me here! I have been going through your past images and am blown away by your powerful poetry! Fav and following of course!
