me dog walk down old rickety lane new boots give my heelbone pain stopped short by four five live cow hobby farmer turns saying: not right now pup-dog tongue lolls, she's intrigued dashes in dashes out, farmer's peeved don’t want a fight so we avoid it find the stream and walk beside it sunshine breaks through the tree and the leaf we tread the earthfloor deep beneath throwstick, throwstick; dog go get hot under collar till she get wet land in meadow land, meadow of love sun piles down from the clouds above i throw then sit down to scan literature by woman or man dog gets bored no stick flung for her reading books is a way to bore her ears prick up at inaudible thud she leaves comes back caked in mud where you been dog, what you hear? she's like: boy, can't you smell deer? we set off through thickets and thin bracken bends back to let us in pick way through moss trunks and sticks clumps of clay like crumbling bricks suddenly she’s off sheepdog style herding up the hooves in the whole square mile flushes out the fallow folk from the ferns they pass i crouch watch and turn come-by come-by, see them sprint little dog, little legs, black and black glint little dog, little dog, let's go home for a hot cuppa coffee and maybe a bone
this one is an ode to the old stony road that dylan thomas famously went down once. i mean, the famous dylan thomas went down once.
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