Puppy and Hooman
I ran across the earth
you were right by my side
the mud, squishy underneath my shoes
I knew your little paws would get dirty
But that was the least of your worries
In your puppy dog world
Like my shadow, you walk next to me
always by my side
Mornings you cuddle next to me,
and I share my warmth
Oh how sweet it feels to have someone by my side
You stare at me with such puppy eyes
So new to our earth
you watch as the leaves fall from their branches
and down to the floor
your first autumn and many more to come
Sweet puppy eyes you sit and stare
my sheets are warm with you by my side
Belly rubs for the puppy
he loves it every time
I carry you up the stairs
even though you can walk
I know how this time of ours works
Puppy grow up so fast
who knows how much time I have
till puppy is puppy no more.
Time can slip through your fingers
and memories fade
But I will make this last forever
So for now I will carry you
and enjoy your sweet puppy eyes
as I walk you up the stairs
one last time.
My lightness to my shadow
who knew a small creature like you
could bring so much joy to a soul
that was searching for meaning
With every head tilt and muffled bark
every jump for joy and waggy tail
you filled my mornings with warm cuddles
and a side of puppy eyes
A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
– Robert Burns
Alone in the Woods
Alone in the woods I felt
The bitter hostility of the sky and the trees
Nature has taught her creatures to hate
Man that fusses and fumes
Unquiet man
As the sap rises in the trees
As the sap paints the trees a violent green
So rises the wrath of Nature’s creatures
At man
So paints the face of Nature a violent green.
Nature is sick at man
Sick at his fuss and fume
Sick at his agonies
Sick at his gaudy mind
That drives his body
Ever more quickly
More and more
In the wrong direction.
– Stevie Smith
