May workshop poem. But a Season.

[Ron]

But a Season.
© Ron Boughton May ‘25.

Vivid pawprints lament upon our soul
from Seven Autumns, heaven sent,
by a dog that of our focus stole
and now leaves our heartstrings rent!
We try in vain then to justify
those savage blows of life unjust,
but always the question why, why, why?
is then into our conscience thrust!

His big sleep came in the Autumn time,
his life cut short by half, at least,
when so sadly taken in his prime
by the cruel ‘dirty dancer’ beast!
He was Kelpie crossed with Huntaway,
of full on placid temperament,
and of raw instinct when on display
did his intelligence augment!

Ah, those days of runs in grassy field
of walks in bush and country towns,
memories now, battling with the wield
of melancholies wretched downs!
A faithful mate who our heart bereaves
but, we treasure the time he gave,
and like the colour of Autumn leaves
his memories …will forever save!

[Maureen K Clifford]

A fitting tribute for a much loved and loyal friend - I share your pain Ron knowing only too well how heartbreaking it is when we lose them. I liked how you used the prompts for this one. Well done you

[Ron]

Thanks so much much Maureen for your kind words, they are much appreciated.
I was pretty sure that we would have been on exactly the same wave length there.
Cheers
Ron

[Catherine Lee]

Ah, that's so sad, Ron, but such a lovely tribute and beautifully put. It is also an unexpected, different use of the prompts. Very touching indeed.

[Terry]

Hi Ron

I've known that same sadness too, we get so attached don't we.

As Catherine has already said a lovely fitting heartfelt tribute to your mate.

Terry

[Ron]

Thank you Catherine and Terry, much appreciated.