My Dream

In arms, a dog I carried along
For she was old and not so strong
Her ribs did twitch and shook her bod

My feet too were cold and unshod
It was late and t'wards home we did go
Her eyes gazed at me through the maelstrom of snow
Though, I could run, her walk was slow

But never without her would I go.

There the man on a darken stallion us shade
And bid me that we make a trade
I shook my head with disgust and forbade
And back to our trail our fate we made

Indeed, on a horse to home I might well have rode
Instead with my friend in arms I strode.

M. Thomas Eves - 2001