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Susie's July Post

7/18/2014

3 Comments

 
ode to uma

imagine lying in the sun each day
where lawn grows thick the insects play
as beetles fiddle to butterflies’ trysts
blue wasps hover where lawn grubs twist
and while ants scavenge for every crumb
all this happens while cicadas hum

imagine looking at bright clear skies
listening to birds whistle in trees till
a breeze steals the warmth from the day
and when the sun sinks at last for a rest
winter nights dazzle with stars
and not rain nor thunder nor clouds nor tides
can hide or banish the moon

when grass springs thick and cicadas hum
and the scar on the path isn’t there
imagine the plea in large brown eyes
a nose on the scent from the gate to the dunes
how the tip of a tail lit the way to the sand
and the wonderful  trails by the sea

Susie Faint      16/7/14

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Judy
7/18/2014 10:10:23 am

Heart-wrenching, yet compelling, to read for anyone who has owned and loved a dog.

You have reached into Uma's soul and shared it with us. We are indeed blessed.

Judy

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Dee
7/23/2014 05:52:59 pm

A lovely ode, Susie. It's amazing, but we have three other friends who have had to say goodbye to their much-loved pet dogs in the past month. They really do become part of the family.

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Lyn
7/30/2014 08:20:21 pm

An elegy for a much treasured dog, heart breaking. I like the internal rhyme of 'breeze' to link with trees, and I like the way the sinking sun links with the dog's death, and the fact that the moon is cyclical and everything must go on. The most haunting line, for me, is 'the scar on the path isn't there'. Most of us know that feeling - we still hear the sounds our dog made as he moved around the house. And 'the tip of a tail lit the way to the sand' is a moving and gentle way to honour your family dog. Such a touching poem.

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