The Spirit of a Dog

Your wagging tail mirrors the trees gently swaying in the wind.

Your gleaming eyes mirror the sunshine in mid-July, my smile as I see you after a long hard day.

When your paws sprint across the fields of glory, I can see

the raw,




that ripples through your blood.

As you stare up at me when you hear your name, I can see 

the loyal,



spirit that has come through years of us together.

Different humans, different dogs, but I see all of us in your eyes. In you. 


This poem is about: 
My family
Our world
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