Walking the Dog

Rocky snaps at dragonflies
who find warmth on blacktop.
Then we meander to the hayfield,
where grasses rustle in June wind
and my dog, tail wagging,
paws prancing, pulls the leash.
My gait wide, awkward,
my mouth, open, laughing.
He pulls me like an Alaskan sled.
We run.

49 thoughts on “Walking the Dog

    • Diamonds and Dogs,

      thanks for your comment and what a cool title!

      Beach Comber,

      I wish I had a beach to comb! I guess a river bank counts to some degree? You are so right about the dragging part. Rocky is a husky and I think he believes I’m a sled. His inborn instincts take over when we walk. hehe. Thanks so much for your delightful comments!

  1. Hi, I’m taking part in Jingle’s thursday-poets-rally and am here to read your poetry
    and to extend encouragement and my very best wishes and hopes for your writing success! 🙂

    Your poem is sublime! I can almost feel myself there walking Rocky 🙂 You use such beautiful narrative. Well done, my friend!

    ps: The below mentioned links will take you separately to Jingle’s page and to my own page where you can see my own poetry. Hope you like what you see there!


    Poet Traveler



    • Hey Kelleygrrl,

      Thanks so very much!

      Dragonflies and Goosebumps,

      Thank you for loving Rocky. I have eight cats and so many dragonflies here!

      Poet Traveler,

      I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten to Jingle’s site in a while. I’ve been up to me ears in stuff, but I hope to get over there in the next little bit, what a beautiful site.

  2. Oh Rocky! We love you already… me, my cat (well, maybe she doesn’t really love you), and my dragonflies. 🙂
    Pets are such and important participant in our lives. They often help us deal with the drama around us, so that we can continue to survive it (and other around us can survive us as well!)
    Your poem made me smile and want to meet Rocky. Loved it!

  3. I love this poem so much. I had to post it on my FB under my notes. I’m glad you wrote this about him. It says so much about him in so little words. <3

    • I am proud that you pasted it to your facebook. That blesses me very much. This poem was written right after I had come in from walking him one afternoon. There were dragonflies all over the blacktop, warming themselves in the sun. He kept trying to catch one but they would fly off before he could do it. Hehe…I love that boy.

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