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Volume 2 Issue 1
Page 29
Page 29
One cold morning, a deer stepped out of the fog,
In searching for his mother, he adopted the dog.
Becoming a dog was really no bed of roses,
But they bonded and showed love by rubbing their noses.
It seems it was not a match made in heaven.
There were problems all his life – many more than eleven.
Because of this strange bond, his life was so confusing.
The things that he would do were often quite amusing.
When he was small, he slept with the dog under the deck.
As he grew tall, we feared that the deck would become a wreck.
Instead, he would come out with some bruises and a scrape,
All obtained in the struggle of making his escape.
The deer who became a dog, which really was a feat,
Would come on the run to greet you, when called, “Here, Buckwheat!”
As Buckwheat grew up, they became an unlikely pair.
He would eat the dog food and the dog would always share.
Picnics were his forte! He loved being with each guest;
But sampling all the food was the part he liked the best.
All of this is true, it is not an old-time fable.
His favorite food was fried chicken off the table!
In searching for his mother, he adopted the dog.
Becoming a dog was really no bed of roses,
But they bonded and showed love by rubbing their noses.
It seems it was not a match made in heaven.
There were problems all his life – many more than eleven.
Because of this strange bond, his life was so confusing.
The things that he would do were often quite amusing.
When he was small, he slept with the dog under the deck.
As he grew tall, we feared that the deck would become a wreck.
Instead, he would come out with some bruises and a scrape,
All obtained in the struggle of making his escape.
The deer who became a dog, which really was a feat,
Would come on the run to greet you, when called, “Here, Buckwheat!”
As Buckwheat grew up, they became an unlikely pair.
He would eat the dog food and the dog would always share.
Picnics were his forte! He loved being with each guest;
But sampling all the food was the part he liked the best.
All of this is true, it is not an old-time fable.
His favorite food was fried chicken off the table!
| Buckwheat By Mildred “Millie” Thacker Graves |