Many a tales held in tis heart
Yet tis not a story out of a writers thought
A day the sun burned its best
I stop for a drink my back acking to rest
Ere I saw a scene played by GOd
A Friendship between a boy and dog.
Dressed in cloths a needle cannot mend
To beg for money his masters did send
His arms feeble and hairs brown
A cry for help in hunger to drown
Seeketh he the money for food
A few refused and some gave for good
The hunger in him burnt with will
His cries sought for a stomach to fill
Tempers soared as strangers never let go
An irate man poised for a blow
Words of hatred and abuse loud
None to stop , the boy stood his ground
Out from nowhere a loud bark
The boy’s face lighted with spark
The stranger let his hand low
Words of abuse stopped to flow
A mangy mutt wild with hairs white
Many a battle scars in street fight
Snarling teeth of the protecting friend
strangers backed and the war did end
Hugging his friend the boy walked away
Tis heart had words. yet tears spoke that day
Tales of love and friendship written in sand
Yet the Friends of the street bound by natures hand
not fiction true story posted again