Tho’ you are gone
your Hounds will always love you.
Your image is burned into their hearts
They wait every day for you to return to them
again and take them running in the forest
just beyond our house at dawn.
Instead, their wait is futile for you will never return
and they are left with only me.
The white Hound understands this by now.
In fanciful flight she searches far and wide for you
among the hidden paths along the trails
that criss-cross the mountains, encircling them,winding up and down
the ravines and precipices throughout the woods:
Her world. Into water, she runs gaily with her puppy
in search of traces of scent you left behind on happy days.
Her rest is haunted. You are still together in her dreams.
See: Tho’ you are gone
Your Hounds will always love you.
Your image is burned into their hearts
They wait every day for you to return to them
Again and take them running in the forest
Just beyond our house at dawn.
Instead, their wait is futile for you will never return
Again, and they are left with only me.
The white Hound understands this by now.
In fanciful flight she searches far and wide for you
Among the hidden paths along the trails
That criss-cross the mountains, encircling them,winding up and down
The ravines and precipices throughout the woods:
Her world. Into water, she runs gaily with her puppy
In search of traces of you left behind on happy days.
Her rest is haunted. You are still together in her dreams.
Lorene Connolly
Blyss Kennels
Mountainside, NJ