My Dear Friend

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 4th Oct 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A man and his dog walk in the Autumn evenings. The dog is old he has has his day.

My Dear Friend

As the year thunders on the autumn days begin to get shorter the nights are early,
My old dog stretches out by a blazing log fire only turning over when he's too hot,
Arthritis is slowing him down his hips are so sore he walks very slowly with a limp,
Very soon it will be time to take him out on grassy rich heaths for the very last time.

Although the weather for autumn is calm it is the damp air that makes the pain worse,
Outside he lays watching spiders form radiated circles on every single bush and twig,
And at the silken threads on every blade of grass and he barks and sniffs so quietly,
His mood is solemn but calm, he is in a daze and forgets his way back to the garden.

We walked along forest meadows running chasing sticks and shadows barking with joy,
He would bound up to some lovely hedges or soft willow plots and roll in green grass,
Smoke from autumn’s bonfires has a smell that reminds me of wonderful golden sunsets,
Now it will remind me of loneliness with my faithful old friend running in a dog heaven.

By my log fire my dog’s eyes are brown they are pleading there are tears in the corners,
He doesn't understand that he is old and cannot do the things he has always loved to do,
A haunting stare asks me to help him because you're my dad you will make me better,
Next day I take him out for the very last time a long walk into the vets and I break down.

My hands deep in my pockets I walk where we always walked and soon it will be winter,
Standing and watching the departure of numbers of birds that have shared our summer,
The Curlews, Sandpipers, Snipes and Bean Goose fly across the sky but my joy has gone,
Norway thrush's arrive but where is my dear old friend we watched the seasons together.

The Fern-owls, dotterals, swallows and some of the plovers used bid us a last goodbye,
Today go the flycatchers, white throats, warblers, wheatears and the hardy red sparrows.
Gardens show us autumnal flowers crocuses, autumn snowflakes fall on meadow saffron,
Everything is going and saying goodbye I turn into the wind tears roll down my cheeks.

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Autumn, Autumn Leaves Of Gold, Autumn Poem, Autumn Season, Autumn Shades, Autumn Song, Autumn Wind, Autumn Winter, Autumnal, Dog Activities, Dog Games, Dog Story, Dogs Health

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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar Robb714
5th Oct 2012 (#)

Terry, I have to admit I could not read every bit of this without choking up, so I will have to come back (teary eyed, hard to type) and try again. All I can say now, is this is the most touching poem I have read on here, you ripped my heart out and beat me over the head with it and put it back in again (my Duke is only three). Once I get over the emotional toil that you have caused me, I will critique your work and make some suggestions on how to improve your article but for now, I just need more Kleenex.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
5th Oct 2012 (#)

I hope you will not be sending me the bill for the Kleenex. Thank you for your kind words when anyone enjoys a poem it makes me very happy.

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author avatar Robb714
5th Oct 2012 (#)

I shared this with my friends on twitter and we all agreed, you just can't get through it without getting watery eyed, very sad but beautiful poem. I am going to print it out and frame it.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
6th Oct 2012 (#)

You are so kind thank you. As I am quite new to this site I have spent some time in getting poems on to it. So now I have settled it is time to start reading other authors work. Again thank you for your wonderful feedback.
Terrt

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author avatar Delicia Powers
11th Sep 2013 (#)

Terry September is the time of memories..of sad good-byes and warm firesides...so beautiful a poem a treasure...thank you Terry

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
17th Sep 2013 (#)

Happy Birthday dear Terry ..
I miss you so much my friend .
Please come back soon .
Bless you with love .
Stella ><

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author avatar Terry Trainor
25th Sep 2013 (#)

Thank you Stella

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