OL‘ BLUE
By Donna Penley He’ D follow the tractor down th’ long land, out to th’ field where I’d plow; Then wait for me under a shade tree – I can still see him waitin’ there now. Noon would come an’ we’d share lunch by th’ side of a crick in th’ shade; Then I’d go back to work and he’d take a nap. He thought it a pretty fair trade! Ears perked up, watchin’ me. He always knew when I was done, Then he’d follow me back to th’ home place, racin’ me back on th’ run. Then he’d stick by my side while I did th’ chores. He always stayed right by my side; Then we’d go up t’ th’ farm house an’ I’d eat supper, an’ ol’ Blue, he’d wait outisde. But, I always brought him a special treat, he always liked what I got him; Was never very particular. Seemed content with whatever life brought ‘im. Evenins was spent on th’ front porch; I’d rock an’ ol’ Blue, he’d sleep; Then he’d stay awake an’ play watch dog while I was abed countin’ sheep. We continued this routine for many long years – then one day Blue didn’t go to th’ field – An’ I knew in my heart an’ it hurt me, that th’ ol’ dog’s fate was sealed. Ol’ Blue’s been gone now for a long, long time, but in my mind’s eye I can see, Him sittin’ out in front of th’ barn –- ears up, tail waggin’, watchin’ for me. Some folks say there’s animals in heaven – an’ I surely hope that it’s true; ‘Cause if I’m lucky enough to make it up there, I know I’ll find m’ buddy – OL’ BLUE!!! Copyrighted Oct. 1998
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AuthorDonna Penley is a Cowgirl Poet with deep Kansas roots who has been writing cowboy poetry for over twenty five years. She is a real Cowgirl and an ex-barrel racer. Archives
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