MY BEST FRIEND – by Judy Robson
One early summer morning
Just at the break of day –
We sit and watch the morning sun
Come up across the Bay.
The fragrance of the honeysuckle
The new mown hay so sweet –
We walk in quiet contentment
Grass wet beneath our feet.
A buzzard soars up in the sky
A pheasant calls from near –
A rabbit sits so unconcerned
Our steps he doesn’t hear.
A warm breeze stirs the sycamore
A deer, disturbed, looks up –
We’ve shared so many lovely things
Since you were just a pup.
You shared my life, my ups and downs
My hopes and all my fears –
And now you’re gone and I’m alone
I’ve shed so many tears.
I couldn’t bear to see your pain
When your life was near its end –
I held your paw and stroked your head
Goodbye my dear old friend.