Friday, February 4, 2011

A Dog Poem by Georgia


That's the one, Mommy!
The one over there
the dog with the scar,
and curly brown hair.

No way, my darling.
Not that filthy mutt.
It probably has fleas
and look at that cut.

She's beautiful, Mom.
Not "it." She's a "her."
We'll take her home
and brush out her fur.

I'll take her walking
every day rain or shine.
We'll buy her a collar
and then she'll be mine.

We can't do this honey.
We can't take home that.
What would Dad think?
How about a cat?

No, Mom.
I won't take another.
Dad would love her.
Why can't you, Mother?

O.K. honey.
I guess she is cute.
Furry face, big brown eyes.
No, not a brute.

But you'll have to wash her.
I'm not doing that.
Don't forget to walk her
and brush out that mat.

Oh, yes, Mom,
I'll do that.
Now don't you worry.
I'll brush her and wash her
till she's more soft and furry
than she's ever been!

She and I will be best friends.
I'll name her Rebecca
and her scar I will mend.

© Georgia VanDerwater, 2011

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  1. Georgia, I really like your story poem. I have already also fallen in love with the mangy mutt in your poem and want to bring her home, too!

  2. Thank you!
    I really enjoyed writing this poem. I originally wrote it for a contest but it was too long. I'm so glad you liked it! :)

  3. Dear Georgia,
    I loved your poem. It reminds me of the way Max looks. I am so proud to be the grandmother of such a wonderful poet. Love always, Grandma