Days Of Summer 2020
Forgive the informality, but at 75 and retired
am still stuck in the more formal ways of our past.
I don’t own a dog and am much like Stan
Wraight in your Dogs
of Summer issue someone who thinks it’s unfair to travel
(who knows about that anymore?) and leave a dog in a kennel.
But here would like to share some lovely poems
The Dog by Ogden Nash
The truth I do not stretch or shove
When I state that the dog is full of love.
I’ve also found, by actual test,
A wet dog is the lovingest.
The second is:
The Road to Vagabondia by Dana Burnet
He was sitting on the doorstep as I went strolling
A lonely little beggar with a wistful, homesick
And he wasn't what you'd borrow, and he wasn't
what you'd steal,
But I guessed his heart was breaking, so I whistled
him to heel.
They had stoned him through the city streets,
and naught the city cared,
But I was heading outward, and the roads are
So I took him for a comrade, and I whistled him
On the road to Vagabondia, that lies across the
Yellow dog he was; but bless you—he was
just the chap for me!
For I'd rather have an inch of dog than miles
So we stole away together, on the road that has
With a new-coined day to fling away and all the
stars to spend!
I hope that you will enjoy these writings as I and many others have enjoyed
your publication over the years.
(Retired) AA, PAA
(Simple human kindness works all the time and, for us, keeps the heart
pumping. Great letter from an cargo stalwart—the best people in
the world. Thanks. G)