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Moms View Message Board: Short Stories, Poetry and Articles : Pudding
Out in the sunshine romping over the field and hill, he'd run until I called him with a whistle clear and shrill. The light on his coat would be dancing and his eyes would sparkle too. Pudding was more than a dog. He was friend and companion true. On the beach, in the water he'd follow not thinking of danger or fright. We'd run together from morning 'til Mother would call us at night. But now the years have passed us and Pudding can romp no more. We sit and dream by the fire of the things we did before. B. V. Dahlen © Written at the age of 10 about a friend's dog.
Wow! That is a good poem for a ten year old to write! Tear jerker even back then.
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