A poem I wrote many moons ago...... it sorta fits both themes of this thread :
Some evenin' times he makes his way
To a britches-polished log
And sets by a grave on top of a hill
To talk to a long-dead dog
And maybe it's smoke from his cedarwood fire
That fills old eyes with tears
As firelight's glanced off limestone rock
Like thoughts reflected off the years
The dog and him both thought that time
Began with Fall's first freeze
And they roamed the land,it was not yet fenced
And hunted wherever they pleased
And he thinks of Heaven ever now and then
When the bourbon's low in his cup
And hopes he and the dog make it thru the gate
'Fore the "Posted" signs go up
Thats a great poem curdog....You ever think of putting it into a music or a song format?
