Some of you will remember my beautiful Izzy who had a tragic accident 3 years ago.
Nigel wrote this poem & it's just won an award in a poetry competition,Thought i'd share it with you.
Burbling stream
Wooden bridge, fallen tree
Which I sat on
And had a smoke
With Izzy.
Go with Otto now
Wooden bridge has gone
Stopped smoking
A year ago,and
Izzy’s gone. Not far,
In the back garden
Actually, in between the
Bay windows. South facing
Sunny and warm
She felt the cold but
She doesn’t need her
Red coat, not now
Or ever.
She walked
Or swaggered really in a
Very feminine, canine way
Tail wagging, tongue overhanging
Eyes smiling, always pleased to see
Anyone, anytime, anywhere.
Uninitiated people, can’t help it,
Thought she was a cross- a cross
Dalmatian. You see she was iced
White, cool as a cucumber with
Black spots, not mouldy. She was very definitely
Pure Whippet. Who’s ever seen
Dalmatian’s with shapely quarters,
Deep underline, deep
Depth of brisket, I ask you. Leave
A Dalmatian on the blocks. Nice
Dogs but not a frigging Whippet
Look a like! Nothing like.
Good lungs, shit off a shovel,
Swimming with Dolphins,
Swimming with Whippets,
Plucky little girl, but at least
When it happened she was in full
Flight, oblivious, enjoying life
Until death. A few years
Premature, but, she used
Her 8 years, full throttle
Full on, in your face in
A nice way
Rest her soul.
Nigel Ormond
Nigel & Iz :wub: :wub:
Nigel wrote this poem & it's just won an award in a poetry competition,Thought i'd share it with you.
Burbling stream
Wooden bridge, fallen tree
Which I sat on
And had a smoke
With Izzy.
Go with Otto now
Wooden bridge has gone
Stopped smoking
A year ago,and
Izzy’s gone. Not far,
In the back garden
Actually, in between the
Bay windows. South facing
Sunny and warm
She felt the cold but
She doesn’t need her
Red coat, not now
Or ever.
She walked
Or swaggered really in a
Very feminine, canine way
Tail wagging, tongue overhanging
Eyes smiling, always pleased to see
Anyone, anytime, anywhere.
Uninitiated people, can’t help it,
Thought she was a cross- a cross
Dalmatian. You see she was iced
White, cool as a cucumber with
Black spots, not mouldy. She was very definitely
Pure Whippet. Who’s ever seen
Dalmatian’s with shapely quarters,
Deep underline, deep
Depth of brisket, I ask you. Leave
A Dalmatian on the blocks. Nice
Dogs but not a frigging Whippet
Look a like! Nothing like.
Good lungs, shit off a shovel,
Swimming with Dolphins,
Swimming with Whippets,
Plucky little girl, but at least
When it happened she was in full
Flight, oblivious, enjoying life
Until death. A few years
Premature, but, she used
Her 8 years, full throttle
Full on, in your face in
A nice way
Rest her soul.
Nigel Ormond
Nigel & Iz :wub: :wub:
