by Sandra S Corona
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
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Whereís the mansion with lush gardens nearby
where all dogs gather to mingle and sigh?
They howl at the moon, bay at the sky.
Itís a volley of dogs. Donít ask me why?
One is a shepherd, another a bull;
oneís intelligent, the otherís a fool.
Hear the murmur of sleeping dogs? Itís cool!
For sure could be learning something at school
more complicated than shaking fur dry
or sniffing scents that are always nearby.
Do not wake them up! Let sleeping dogs lie.
Let a life of consciousness pass them by.
May they grovel and weep, bay at the sky.
They've a haven in heaven full of cheer--
where the sleeping dogs go year after year.
A puppy, such delight, is cradled dear
lapped up and suckled by those far and near.
See the mansions there with gardens nearby
and green fields to roam in the pale blue sky?
Wolfing and barking each gives hearty sighs;
aspire to retire where sleeping dogs lie.
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|Reviewed by Jack Roberts
|Very nice Sandy! : )
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|terrific read, sandra; thanks for sharing such a beautiful poem! ((((HUGS)))) to you, al, and to doogie~ love, your texas friend, karen lynn. :D|
|Reviewed by George MacLean Akurunwa
|Vivid and beautiful. Thanks.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I loved this, Sandra. Exceptional write.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Sandra, very beautiful poem. Why wake the beast? We shall not cut off our nose to spite our face.|
|Reviewed by J. Pajot
|Wonderful write and charming sentiment.|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Fantastic imagery and a beautiful write!|