![]() Happy those early days! when I Shined in my angel infancy. You’ll love these poems since they have been written by famous poets. ![]() ![]() There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,Īnd we don't now and never did lie to each other.In the first category, we are going to look at some of the most famous poems about growing up. With no more intimacy than was called for,įilling me full of his hair or his mange,īut, with those eyes so much purer than mine,Īi, how many times have I envied his tailĪs we walked together on the shores of the seaįull of the voltage of the sea's movement: His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdomĪi, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth, The specific poetic form is called an elegy, which is a poem of reflection that can also show lament for someone who has passed away.Īnd I, the materialist, who never believed This poem could be considered a form of a eulogy but for a pet. When people pass away, a eulogy is usually shared at the funeral to talk very highly of that person and all that will be remembered. "Where are you going this nice fine day?"Īnyone who has ever had and lost a pet will be able to relate to this poem by Pablo Neruda (1904-1973). "Where are you going in your brown fur coats?" "Where are you going to, Woman, so early?" Milne, author of Winnie-the-Pooh, praises the qualities of the playful puppy. Looking for the perfect friend always ready to play? A puppy is the perfect playmate always ready to have fun! Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear? That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:įor, when debts are payable, right or wrong, Though it is not always the case, I believe, When the spirit that answered your every moodĪnd will give your heart to a dog to tear. With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!). When the body that lived at your single will, When the fourteen years which Nature permitsĪre closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,īut … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear. There is sorrow enough in the natural wayĪnd when we are certain of sorrow in store,īy a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. There is a strong sense of structure with the varying repetition of, “Giving your heart to a dog to tear.” In this poem, he shares that a dog’s loyalty and devotion brings a man much joy, but a dog also has the power to break a man’s heart when its life comes to an end. ![]() Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) had a special bond with his dogs. There's been no attempts since to burgle our yard,įor everyone knows now that Rum is on guard. We all howled with laughter when we heard the story,Īnd Rum was our hero, he was basking in glory. How a big vicious guard dog had knocked the thief down. His confession like wildfire spread through the town, To capture the burglar and put him in jail. Once given the wallet, the police didn't fail When Rum brought it to us, (just a little bit chewed). Next morning the evidence everyone viewed, He picked up the thief's wallet and went back to bed. Like a champion athlete clearing a hurdle.īut Rum couldn't jump gates, so sadly instead He departed the yard he'd come in to burgle The intruder got up and ran off with a wailĪnd Rum right behind him still wagging his tail. He flew through the yard, his new friend to greet,Īnd his weight bowled the burglar right off of his feet. No guard dog for sure, there'd be barking and growling.īut Rum was awake and he'd seen him alright,ĭelighted with company this time of the night, He saw no alarms, heard no siren howling, Then one night when Rum was laid at his ease,Ī burglar crept in just as quiet as you please. He seemed to get fatter with each passing day. Rum wolfed it all down, but to our dismay They fed our dog tidbits and scraps from their lunch. He liked the yard labour, an amiable bunch. You see, Rum liked people, and he just wagged his tail. He barked at the horses - so where did he fail? He barked at the cattle outside on the road, He barked at the cats and he'd bark at a toad, So we put Rum on duty next door in our yard,īright eyed and watchful by night and by day,īut not much of a guard dog, I'm sorry to say. Now as family members, even dogs must work hard, A friendly old mutt, didn't look like a stray.īut we brushed him and fed him and the kids called him Rum.
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