Camden by Jeanne Poland
In the Rogue
by Jeanne Poland
In the Rogue,
We listen to the wails
Of the black lab, Camden.
She’s had her tumors
removed, and smarts
from the loss to her head.
We have been friends
since she was a pup in
Arizona and was introduced
to me by my son Owen.
We instantly were buddies.
She loved my scent and I
her muscles.
Years later, in New York, she
still quickened to my scent:
“Old friend” she thought, tail
wagging. I fed her, watered
her, rubbed her stomach.
And now visit her grave
Behind the house in the woods
where she bedded down with my
grand, grand kids, the hens, and their cats.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 