A Gordon Setter

by Dale Forguson

 

In early March we went afield

My new found friend and I

Beside the pond, across the stream

Beneath the dappled sky

 

Up hill and down we wandered

Beside the fields amid the cover

The thistle, chicory, and nettles

Still brown in winters slumber

 

We picked our way among the saplings

Where a few first new buds appear

Amid the hickories, and ash

The maple, oak, and pear

 

We paused at a deadfall
To listen in the early afternoon

The larks and mourning doves

Their courtship in full bloom

 

We followed a game trail
I with measured pace

While you followed the foot steps

The heady, enticing trace

 

Companions together
We tramped up and down
I in rumpled shirt and ancient boots

You in black and brown

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