Ode to a Good Dog: Spring Poetry
April 22, 2005
The first day of spring dawned sunshiny and bright.
The skies were clear and the snow glistened white.
We walked through the forest on a well packed trail
as we followed a speckled dog with a wagging stumped tail.
And now, a month later the snow is but gone
except for a few patches in shade hanging on.
The speckled dog runs fast as she chases a crow
and when she gets hot she heads for the snow.
She stretches full out to get maximum cool
and if that’s not enough she heads for a pool
of vernal water quite cold to the touch
yet she immerses in it and likes it as such.
Caesar Pond is now open and completely ice free.
Its just perfect for a crazy dog’s spring swimming spree.
She approaches the dock’s edge with extreme trepidation
but eventually gives in to the blue water’s temptation.
She jumps from the dock like a bird soaring through air
and creates a big splash as she lands with a flair.
She dog paddles through the water as strong as she’s able
and snags a tennis ball with a Wilson brand label.
She swims happily to land leaving behind a large wake,
and when she arrives she gives a big shake.
Water droplets fly off in every direction
and bystanders are drenched to their great vexation.
When the speckled dog starts shivering to ward off the cold
we head back to our home drenched in warm strands of lit gold.
She lays in the garden next to spring bulbs in bloom
and soaks up the sun’s rays as she merrily grooms.
The day starts to wane and twilight begins
with spring peepers voicing their incessant din.
The speckled dog’s eyes begin to droop, then they close
and she falls deep into dreams of springtime doggy prose.
