Pet Cemetery
They Will Not Go Quietly
They will not go quietly,
the pets who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still can make us think
we hear them at the door
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them...
and always will.
Author unknown
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Sir George
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The Iguana
Iguana’s don’t have bad manners He sticks his tongue out, this is true But he’s not really being naughty It is just his way of smelling you
MOUNTAIN MEMORIES
Mountains mirrored on a pellucid lake, not a cloud in the cornflower blue sky. At one with nature with each step I take, I ascend these emerald hills on high. A patchwork quilted field spreads before me, with xanthic gorse and lavender heather. I imbibe the pastoral scenes I see, thrilling views in such warm golden weather I walk on the verdant hillside for hours, admiring all the flora and auna, taking photos of scarlet wild flowers then bask in sun like a green iguana! A sight to behold, I view at daybreak; mountains mirrored on a pellucid lake.
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I will have to say it's true
And they may never let me
Write to you again
But if I let you stay
And you are looking out my window
Do you see that lizard over there
On that tree and what it's doing
Baby Blue George
