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Native to this land

Dogs native to this land,
high spirited friends of man.
Love to be on their own,
thriving in cities and farmland.

Long forgotten by men of this land,
roaming in groups along our streets.
Shades of brown, black and white,
with dirty paws and wagging tails.

Alone they can never reside,
with family and friends they prefer,
forming groups, marking territories,
ruling over streets and lanes.

Never too rude and never too lazy,
racing cars and chasing flies.
Bathing in the warm sun all day,
jumping into puddles of mud in gay.

Give them food or water,
ever faithful they will remain.
Roaming all day long in the wild,
returning back to rest by your side.



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Comments

man in painting said…
wonderful lines
i remembered the poem 'lone dog'(ofcourse both are different ideas).your poem was simple but had clarity.it had the spirit and innocence of an animal soul
cheers
Simply Poet said…
wow..you have an awesome collection of poems do check out
www.simplypoet.com,a place where poets/writers interact,comment,critique and learn from each other..it would provide a larger audience to your blog!!
Anonymous said…
So much pleasure I do get

From your post on the native pet

Man's best froend is, yes, a dog

Thanks for putting him on your blog!
Iniyaal said…
@ Man in painting

Thanks for the encouragining comment.
There is a womderful family of country bred dogs that recently made our front yard their home. It was their beauty that inspired this post.
Iniyaal said…
@ Simply Poet
Thanks for visiting. I will check out Simply poet.com
Iniyaal said…
@ the butterfly diaries
:) glad you liked it. I will post more photos on the dog family that ispired me to write this. They are the subject of my photographs now :)
Iniyaal said…
@Slogan Muruga

:) Thanks for stopping by. Hope you enjoyed the poem.
Sandy said…
Very well-written! Just browsed! Will be back to read more indepth!
Iniyaal said…
Hi Hiyaa, welcome :) Please share your thoughts as you look around the blog.

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