Welcome
Hair so soft and fine
From mahogany to blond
Lies thick in our homes
Throw, chase, and retrieve
My Golden masters his craft
For when the whim strikes
Woobie-mouthed greeter
Joyful Happy-foot dancer
When master comes home
Throw a tennis ball
Out into the deep water
Joyful, I retrieve
A tennis ball falls
Unseen, unsought by Goldens
Does it make a sound?
A ball I can chase-
Perhaps I'll bring it to you.
Throw it again, please.
Warm, soft, golden fur.
A pleasure to touch, and yet,
Cleanup--what a B*TCH!
A loyal friend sits
Longingly and faithfully
Waiting at the Bridge
Author: Kevin Thompson
Mannheim, Germany
