Open Field Runner

(Poem for my daughter's dog Emily)

 

In the open field
Emily chases the Ball.
It's all that matters.

It arcs above her,
Bounces; she jumps and grabs it,
Running the whole time.

Her ears flying back,
Legs, hips and shoulders working;
Grinning, ball-filled mouth.

Bow-leg'd Emily.
In a graceful arc she runs,
Bringing back the Ball.

The joy of the Ball!
The joy of running full speed!
It's all that matters.

 

© 2000 Michael Yanega

 

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