Harley - The Streets of your town
Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 8:08 am
Harley – The streets of your town
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
He is only a stray, a dumb dog at the pound – yet he’s young and he’s fit and he’s medically sound
but given a chance what a great mate he’d be
out on a property – happy, carefree
excited by the cows and chooks he could see.
Is there someone there from out of town?
He is only a stray on a merry go round – another dog lost and another dog found
but can’t you just see this boy struttin’ his stuff
down the main street of some town – oh yes, he looks tough
but I doubt that he is – if he is loved enough.
Is there someone nearby who’ll come round?
He’s lived on the streets and he’s done the hard yards – he’s scrounged tins for food every night.
He’s smiled at the people who have passed him by.
His eyes have searched hard but as hard as he tried
the face that he searched for, though to him it lied
wasn’t there – and that doesn’t seem right.
He is only a stray, merely one of a score, one of thousands in fact in this land
But he didn’t ask for this terrible fate
just one week to live, then it’s over – too late
he’ll take his last walk – all alone – sans a mate
but if we try to save him we might,
please share with the world stray dogs plight.
So if you be a poet a writer or such and you’re touched by this terrible tale,
you might write some lines and share them with the press
to bring forth the plight of these dogs – I confess
that there seems to be no end to this awful mess
but ignore it – and we to our cost
will discover humanities lost.
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
He is only a stray, a dumb dog at the pound – yet he’s young and he’s fit and he’s medically sound
but given a chance what a great mate he’d be
out on a property – happy, carefree
excited by the cows and chooks he could see.
Is there someone there from out of town?
He is only a stray on a merry go round – another dog lost and another dog found
but can’t you just see this boy struttin’ his stuff
down the main street of some town – oh yes, he looks tough
but I doubt that he is – if he is loved enough.
Is there someone nearby who’ll come round?
He’s lived on the streets and he’s done the hard yards – he’s scrounged tins for food every night.
He’s smiled at the people who have passed him by.
His eyes have searched hard but as hard as he tried
the face that he searched for, though to him it lied
wasn’t there – and that doesn’t seem right.
He is only a stray, merely one of a score, one of thousands in fact in this land
But he didn’t ask for this terrible fate
just one week to live, then it’s over – too late
he’ll take his last walk – all alone – sans a mate
but if we try to save him we might,
please share with the world stray dogs plight.
So if you be a poet a writer or such and you’re touched by this terrible tale,
you might write some lines and share them with the press
to bring forth the plight of these dogs – I confess
that there seems to be no end to this awful mess
but ignore it – and we to our cost
will discover humanities lost.