Random First Lines: It is dark grey December afternoon.. The sleet is still slithering from the grey sky with a monotonous... : Humor » Read
Welcome Visitor: 
My friend JOHN A. owned a red Irish Setter. A tribute poem to her from the 80s. View table of contents...
Submitted: Jun 16, 2007 Reads: 65 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
You were a litte wild and free.
Bunping over all crazy and for many to see.
You lived by a house by the sea.
ERIN a poem for thee.
A fine name of a guiness stout.
You always wanted to go out.
Scratching the door with feet.
We should have given you cleats.
Over emotional of all fronts.
Running into the TV. on football punts.
Yet, we all still love you.
You are rare and very true.
Email this story |
Print Story |
Add to reading list
© Copyright 2008 poewhit All rights reserved. poewhit has granted theNextBigWriter, LLC non-exclusive rights to display this work on Booksie.com.
Other writing by poewhit BILLY BOOKSIE MORE DREAMS of BILLY BOOKSIE BILLY BOOKSIE DREAMS OF KINGSDOMS More..
Love, Poetry, Life, Death, Poem, Romance, Pain, Fantasy, Hope, Sad, Sex, God, Hate, Horror, War, Humor, Hurt, Sadness, Loss, Dark, Depression, Fiction, Heart, Family, Faith.
