A Poem for Shasta (02/01/1997 - 02/21/2009)

The clover is green and firm,
though spring has yet begun;
it covers the hill in a blanket, soft,
and warmed by the morning sun

In the clearing she stands,
guided by His loving hand
Her leash and collar tossed aside,
waiting eagerly for His command

She glances up at Him, a smile returned,
and He motions, as if to say, ‘It is time’,
and with that she’s away,
upon the hill of clover, run,
to sniff the flowers, feel the wind
upon her face, she barks; a squirrel,
has invaded her special place

She barks once more then turns away
to lie upon the clover green,
she closes her eyes to the sun-lit day,
and there, upon the blanket firm,
she dreams

The clover is green and firm,
though spring has yet begun
it covers the hill in a blanket, soft,
and warmed by the morning sun

From her perch she sees
the others waiting patiently
for their turn upon the hill of clover, run,
to sniff the flowers, feel the wind
upon their face, and lie upon the clover green;
to while away the day,
and dream

The clover is green and firm,
though spring has yet begun
it covers the hill in a blanket, soft,
and warmed by the morning sun

Samuel J. Zewe
February 22, 2009