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Painting, Picture on the art gallery NSW wall.
Blood hound blue sitting by his medieval master.
Sitting too attention, ears folded back.
Chest sitting out mood all forlorn.
His master lying in state having left this earthly life.
A funeral waits.
Soldier of steel dressed in Armor shinning silver.
Light emanating with an angelic hew.
Hound sitting to attention this will not do.
Who are you my knight silent & stately?
At which battle did you fall?
No trumpet sound, just a mournful hound.
Emotion motionless, sitting at his place beside Ein master.
Give me a castle & sword a title good lord.
No a duke so divine, away hound!
A new bone to find.
Hour upon hour lying in state, this is the fate a solider awaits!
Each dog has its day each year bounded by seven.
This master will see his hound by his side in heaven.
Clouds & English mist beside the sea Ein schloss of granite walls.
Head stone for thee!
It’s the master fate a requiem.
My lords & ladies raise your chalice once more.
Dine, eat think of him as the new day dawns.
Nothing can make this hound stop being forlorn.
So this unhappy moment taken by paint the last hours of resting in state.
England, Oh! England what have we here?
As generation slide & slip away the painting on the wall is viewed each and every year.
Eternity waits this Knight on a canvas slate.
Colin - Jan 2008

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