this is about my 4 year old dog,jayjay,was
saddly hit and killed by a car last week.
Beautiful sweet
Playfully running
chasing lizards and rabbits
through the fields that are endless
yours alone,did you roam,
patiently waiting for my return home
running beside me as I drive home
going for walks as a family
exicted and loved
never longing for food or affection
Beautiful gentle boy
guardian angel of the children
this is how I remember you.
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Sonnet . | 0 | 10/24/2009 |
| Beautiful sweet | 0 | 09/15/2009 |
| angel | 3 | 09/14/2009 |
| now you're gone | 2 | 09/14/2009 |
| dragonflies | 3 | 09/14/2009 |
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