This Poem was Submitted By: Patricia Anne Travers On Date: 2001-07-09 19:32:14 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Ol' Henry

He showed up one cold winter day when the snow was dustin' the ground; and Pa said that I could keep him, even though he warn't much of a hound. That ol' mutt didn't favor nuthin' if you was passin' out pedigrees; but thar warn't a one any finer than Ol' Henry, I guarantee. I fancied he'd make a huntin' dog 'cause he purely did love to run; but he'd always run and hide hisself when I got out my B.B. gun. He'd meet me after school each day and he never once missed the bus; we'd hike on down to the river and we'd sit, just the two of us. And that pup was a champeen sniffer.. had a nose that just wouldn't quit; and if a sniff didn't "sniff" just right, he'd stop and he'd water it. He was a awful swell guard dog, too, anyone who had eyes could see; warn't never no cat or no car could get anywheres close to me. He'd chase 'em for over half a mile and scare 'em 'most near to hell; then, mighty proud, he'd prance on back, a-grinnin' and waggin' his tail. Ol' Henry, he lived a good dog's life and he loved me right up to the end; ..he warn't just any ol' dog, you see.. Ol' Henry was my best friend.

Copyright © July 2001 Patricia Anne Travers

Additional Notes:
I have made a poem out of a story told to me by a country friend, using his colorful colloquialisms.


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