Tuesday, May 27, 2008

sorting through some old dreams

I can tell the dogs have grown
since my daughter brought them here for me to tend

three tawny pups, the male lion-like with a short mane

In the long intervals between dream visits
I must have forgotten to feed them

Tired of waiting, they had gone to final sleep on the straw

I don’t want my daughter to find out!


farmlady said...

Wow! This one brought tears. I'm not sure why.

farmlady said...

I was just thinking that the title of this poem would make a great title for a book of your poems.

castlewon said...

big smile (thank you, dear farmlady)

(p.s. this & In Passing is a book of my poems)

farmlady said...

Very cool!