Dog Stories, Prose And Poetry


Old dogs, war dogs, puppies or strays,

Poetry has power to brighten our days.




A most eloquent eulogy, preserved and handed down through generations of First Americans abiding in the Southwestern U.S.



Author ~ Unknown


Do not stand by my grave and weep,

I am not there. I do not sleep.


I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.


When you waken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

of a dozen doves in circled flight.

I am the sparking star you'll see tonight.


Do not stand by my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die. EST 1998 © 1610R20S06



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