Home Soon - A Poem About My Dog
Sometimes you leave and you have to go away.
I wish that I could come, but I'll stand guard and stay.
I’ll grumble at the neighbors as they make their way,
and bark at the squirrels to keep those nuts at bay.
Then I will sit and think of when we will get to play.
Soon you will be home and everything will be okay.
- By HannahRenae