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William B Burkholder
Poems
Jan 2011
Yellow Dog
A yellow dog lies
in a yellow field.
Thinking of greener days,
legs twitching in canine dreaming.
Of fresh water, and tasty kibble,
a special stick thrown by its master.
Rusted stripe down his back,
a flag of sorts, dogged wisdom.
Ten years old, he still has some spry,
a spring in his lope, a point yet to fang.
Eyeteeth seeing all, pink nose knowing
the smells of this field.
Where the rabbits burrow,
where the squirrel makes it home.
The far off lament of distant freight trains running.
A yellow dog sleeps in a yellow field,
a small white cross marking his bed.
He will run forever in yellow fields,
Running, and dancing amongst the golden stalks.
Where the rabbits burrow,
where the squirrel makes it home.
The far off lament of distant freight trains running.
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William B Burkholder
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