A True Friend

January 1, 2011
My friend waves his tiny nose in the scented air,
he trots to and fro, not knowing where to go.
In this whole world, he has not a care.
He's much more than the average Joe,
He'd follow me here or follow me there.
He's my most loyal friend, that I know.
His floppy ears rise and fall,
His tongue hanging from his lopsided jaw.
His locks blow in the chilly gale;
A lood in his eyes seems to tell you all.
He looks so noble it puts you in awe.
When I walk by, he lovingly wags his tail.
The beauty is, he'd do anything for me.
With my friend is the best place to be.





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LOTRfanatic said...
Jan. 11, 2011 at 6:00 am
Hey sunny, LOVE this poem! NEVER, and i mean NEVEREVEREVER stop writing!
 
Sarah2000 replied...
Jan. 13, 2011 at 4:37 pm
That was great! Keep on writing!:)
 
SunnySummers replied...
Jan. 13, 2011 at 7:49 pm
Hey thanks! Actually, i was daydreaming and came up with it. Obviously, I'm not much of a writer, but that's not really my dream career anyway. . . Just a dream side job! = D
 
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