On Death Poem by Willie Walker

On Death



Beyond yonder hill is a golden glow that beckons you see,

Where a wilderness awaits and where someday I must be,

Oe'r that hill I hear my faithful dog barking, 'come along be free'.

I must catch up to her, for I'm her leader and she is waiting for me.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend
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I had a beautiful little Pomeranian dog for eighteen years. We worshiped each other. She had to leave me early. The day she died I saw a glow over Lookout Mountain and this poem occurred to me. After many years I mourn her still.
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