April morning

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That early April morn, dewy and cool,

Charlie was still lunging on the leash

As we walked up Quaker bridge towards the field.

Charlie was born wise: he did not suffer fools gladly.

How he put up with me, God alone knows. Anyroadup, 

This memorable morning Charlie fulfilled 

His 'retriever' appellation - he brought a ball back with a flourish of his tail and with great aplomb. Tongue all askew. Panting.

It was a ball that I'd thrown for him. I was thrilled. Finally!

Then, for twelve glorious years,

Afterwards, he nary came near to retrieving anything at all: animate or inanimate, large or small. 

His thinking ran thus: "If I bring back a ball to this great big two-legged wallop, he'll just chuck the bloody thing again. I'll save him the trouble, and run off with the bloody thing instead."

He stuck to his resolution with great asperity through thick and thin, summer and winter.

Now, when missing him tears at me, I think of that long gone April morn and try to consider my memory a blessing.



◄ Noises off

Rainbows of the night ►


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John Marks

Thu 13th Aug 2020 10:21

Thank you Cathy, Tom, Stephen.

“If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.“

James Thurber

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Wed 12th Aug 2020 17:18

There's something about the way you explore this relationship in your poems that really gets to me John. Brilliant, as always.

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 12th Aug 2020 16:06

A lovely, optimistic and moving poem. Great lives leave great memories.

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