by Dale Forguson
In early March we went afield
My new found friend and I
Beside the pond, across the stream
Beneath the dappled sky
Up hill and down we wandered
Beside the fields amid the cover
The thistle, chicory, and nettles
Still brown in winters slumber
We picked our way among the saplings
Where a few first new buds appear
Amid the hickories, and ash
The maple, oak, and pear
We paused at a deadfall
To listen in the early afternoon
The larks and mourning doves
Their courtship in full bloom
We followed a game trail
I with measured pace
While you followed the foot steps
The heady, enticing trace
Companions together
We tramped up and down
I in rumpled shirt and ancient boots
You in black and brown
A good day for man and dog alike. And a nice meter, too.Report