11-17-2022, 08:53 AM
Down by the creek
where I would always stop
with Jack (my dog),
there had appeared,
years after he'd died,
a fitting tribute
to him (and maybe me)-
piled neatly along the bank-
dozens of brightly painted rocks.
where I would always stop
with Jack (my dog),
there had appeared,
years after he'd died,
a fitting tribute
to him (and maybe me)-
piled neatly along the bank-
dozens of brightly painted rocks.