Petes Poetry
My Ghost.
As I walk down the stairs
He's there to greet
He must of woken up
From the pitter patter of my feet.
With a leap and a bound
He craves my attention
He dances around
Showing endless affection.
As I look into his eyes
And ruffle his sea of hairs
I am taken to a plain
That animal and beast shares.
Drawn by instinct
Where man fears to tread
Over mountains of courage,
Amongst the living and the dead.
With comfort and perseverence
We face our fears.
Warning me of unseen dangers
By pricking up his ears.
The work of angels
We cannot deflect.
Me and my dog
We have a mutual respect.
Pete.
Copyright (C) Peter Riddoch 2004
He's there to greet
He must of woken up
From the pitter patter of my feet.
With a leap and a bound
He craves my attention
He dances around
Showing endless affection.
As I look into his eyes
And ruffle his sea of hairs
I am taken to a plain
That animal and beast shares.
Drawn by instinct
Where man fears to tread
Over mountains of courage,
Amongst the living and the dead.
With comfort and perseverence
We face our fears.
Warning me of unseen dangers
By pricking up his ears.
The work of angels
We cannot deflect.
Me and my dog
We have a mutual respect.
Pete.
Copyright (C) Peter Riddoch 2004