Out of my love for animals, I love to write animal poems and this is one of them!
“The Walk”
When he was just a puppy, she would walk him round the block,
At times she wondered who was walking who.
And as he grew, their timing meshed and then they walked as one,
Into the new found mornings filled with dew.
They walked into the winter’s night, when it was dark and cold,
They walked against the summer rain, they walked till they were old.
They so looked forward to their walk, in the woods or to the store,
But she grew tired and he did not, he still waited by the door.
She couldn’t help but contemplate, why life was so unfair,
How could she make him understand, they could no longer walk as a pair.
His tattered leash, still in his mouth, she smiled down where he lay,
Come’on my friend, it’s time to go, we’ll walk for one more day.
COPYRIGHT1997 BONNIE TORRENTE

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Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on June 25, 2005
This is such a loving poem that really hits home. walks with a friend like that are the Best Walks there is to take in life. The inspiration and the courage that they bring to one another as written so wonderfully in your poem is amazing and that's how life should be They've got it right. Love is truer than true when it comes to the love like these two. Thanks so Much Bonnie. (c :) You really yanked on my heart string with this poem xoox Tracey
Bonnir, this sweet poem jerked my heart out.
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You are so very setimental and gental. Someone who needs a lot of protection and care to face the world. It all shows in your poetry. Bill