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Maying

Oh to be maying this cool sun-snapped day,
Temperately faultless and fair.
Oh to be roaming, this rare day in May ~
Oh how I wish you were there.

Oh to be with you as spring bids its bye
And as summer is saluted, yet still...
Oh you were with me as often I try
To think of you out on the hill.

I remember you with me, faithful and true,
Oh you, how loyal and sound;
Alert when I whistled and ever I knew
Oh you, a prince of a hound.

Oh to be maying as memories awaken ~
But do I feel rain in the sky?
Not so, this May day, I must be mistaken;
Oh 'tis the tear in my eye.

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make the most of it
hay day
what a lovely thought twill b
if she now comes over to thee
may be hot
she may like to play indoors
what do you say
HAPPY MAY DAY

and comment Lovedly
Have a happy May Day.

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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author comment

A beautifully written poem. Man's best friend indeed. I think more than ever in our current time it is important to have someone or something close. Dogs are truly healing and are so much more than Pets. You brought a tear to my eye too.

Thank you...Teddy

Teddy. I was brought up with horses and dogs and therefore find it relatively easy to write about them.

Thanks for you comment today.

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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author comment

as I dry my eyes I must say this was so very perfect

Let your mercy spill on all those
burning hearts in hell( L.Cohen)

May is a special time for us here, leaves are on the trees and the horses get turned out overnight. The new heather starts to grow on the moor and everything (almost) is perfect.
The very finest dog I have ever been custodian of was a handsome golden retriever by the name of Highbrea Suresam (2002 - 2016) which was, of course, his kennel name. We just called him Sam. It was a big hit to loose him.

I studied the work of A(lfred E(dward) Housman (1859 - 1936) years ago. He passed away on an April 30th. so never saw the arrival of May that year. I wrote this poem after the style of him (I claim).
It wasn't my intention to cause you ladies to shed tears though ~ only myself.

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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to tell you how much I appreciate this write. I miss having a dog a whole lot. Fortunately, there are many in my family and some of my friends that have them and I am happy to oblige them with many pets and cuddles whenever I visit. Thank you for this well written and pleasurable memory. ~ Geezer.
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Geezer. It is so very easy to become attached to your dog. The dog featured here was a working 'goldie' so was very well trained. People commented on him (at shows and the like) saying he does exactly what you tell him. I had to correct them though. He did exactly as I asked of him ~ a big difference I think.

Thanks for dropping by and leaving your thoughts, you are most welcome.

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Critique is a compliment
Kind regards, Alan
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Big difference.

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