Down By the River
Some of the most beautiful moments of my life have been with my dog, down by the river. The lush green grass grown so high. The trees would sing their song to us, as we sat with each other. Doing nothing that would be worthy of praise, or notoriety. Just sitting. By the river. He is always smiling, teeth barred in a sort of gleeful grin, the sun beaming off his scarlet tongue. He smiles. I smile. The feel of his soft caramel colored fur on my hand as we share the moment together. Comfort. Love. We need no words, no vows of commitment. He knows. I know. The only wish I have in these moments is that he too feels what I feel. That I can give him what he has given me. I am sure he does, but who am I to know the inner world of my loyal hound. The river always flows on by and the sun kisses our skin with its welcomed touch. The world seems slower, more alive… the way it is meant to be.
Some of the most beautiful moments of my life have been with my dog, down by the river.
M L Wood