My Whippet

By Darren M. Grine






On that cold winter day

The little one came to stay

Thus I knew that I would be at bay


The face that was so sweet

It would be hard to beat

Knowing there was no one to compete


As a young jubilant boy

Thinking maybe he was a new toy

His presence would bring many a joy


Growing from pup to adult in no time

Itís hard to believe heís canine

But all I know, heís mine


The memorable years passed

Wondering if the craziness would last

A boy and his dog will always surpass


Throughout time, images are set

If you come to think of it

Iíve been talking about my Whippet



Copyright ©2004 Darren M. Grine



Originally Published in the Whippet Watch Magazine, Volume 7, Issue 4


Poem cannot be used without the written consent of the author.




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