Catherine Ellis, Grade 7
A lonely dog waits on the street,
He’s a bony back and tattered feet.
Patiently he waits for the day
When his master’s ship will return to the bay.
He’s old and sways from left to right,
Still holding on through the pain of the night.
He’s faithful and loyal and won’t give up yet,
He’s waiting, still waiting though he’s soaking wet.
He misses his master more than he can bear,
He’s crippled and sore, but does not care.
He’s not happy nor angry nor glad nor stern
But his master’s ship will never return.
At last his body gives up without sound,
And slowly he falls to a heap on the ground.
He will always be waiting through the rain and the fog,
Rest in peace little, faithful dog.