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Lone Dog
I’m a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog and lone.
I’m a rough dog ,a tough dog, hunting on my own.
I’m a bad dog ,a mad dog ,teasing silly sheep.
I love to sit and bag the moon and keep fat souls from sleep.
I’ll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet.
A sleek dog ,a meek dog ,cringing for my meat.
Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate.
But shut door and sharp stone and cuff and kick and hate
Not for me the other dogs, running by my side.
Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.
O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best.
Wide wind and wild stars and the hunger of the quest
----------Irene Mcleod |