The old yellow dog laid in the sun dreaming of days gone by.
Of chasing rabbits he never caught but oh how he loved to try.

He dreamed of the times his boy would throw a ball then "fetch!" the boy would say.
Then off he'd fly to get the ball so they would play a game called keep away.

He dreamed of duck hunts when he'd would be so wet he'd never dry out  or that is how it seemed.
And Of how when they got home at night he would lie down by the fire and steam.

He dreamed of summer days and walks by the lake and how good it felt to swim.
How good the cool water felt when it soaked through his fur and finnaly touched his skin.
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He dreamed of watching the sunrise while waiting for the ducks to fly.
And He dreamed of those good days hunting when the ducks would fill the sky.

He dreamed of riding in the truck one of his favorite things to do.
He liked to  stick his head out  the window and just enjoy the view.

Then suddenly the dreams just quit though he was still lying in the sun.
And  the dog heard a voice inside his head saying "come on home old boy your time on earth is done."

The boy found the dog late that day where he had been lying and dreaming in the sun.
With tears in his eyes he put the dog in his arms and started home the way that  he had come.

With a broken heart he walked toward home planning to lay the dog to rest neath the old apple tree
When in his mind he heard the voice of God saying "be at peace young man your dog is home with me."
© terry colby