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We left early
For our walk
My dog and I, following her nose
Through the last of the hay
Spun to gold by the rising sun.
Headed down toward the river
Where the water makes music
Running over limestone rocks.
Rocks that hold prints
Of lives lived long, long ago.
Trails up the hill, into the woods
Tell tales of comings and going.
Voices whisper through the trees
Rushing off on the breeze.
We’ve come a long way,
My dog and I.
But I know where I am.
I’m lost in my imagination
Following my dog’s nose.
© by Julie Creighton.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Julie Creighton is retired and lives with her husband of 50 years on a ranch in central Texas. Although she has always enjoyed reading, Julie's appreciation for poetry really developed late in life. She began writing poetry after a girls' trip where the theme was to bring and share favorite poems. At the end of the weekend, each wrote an original poem to share with the group. Julie enjoyed this new experience so much that she has begun sharing her experiences and thoughts through poetry. Your Daily Poem has moved her to want to share her poems.
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TheSilverOne:
Unexpected beauty in those mements with nature, following a dogs nose.
Posted 01/19/2021 07:24 PM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful portrayal of your morning walk.
Posted 01/19/2021 06:24 PM
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Anastasia:
Beautiful! Thank you for this wonderful moment of calm in what is turning out to be a hectic day.
Posted 01/19/2021 04:15 PM
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Tracers645:
I was just going to thank you for taking me with you, but I see Linda Lee K already has. I love your poem, Ms. Creighton!
Posted 01/19/2021 02:41 PM
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Linda Lee Konichek:
Thanks for taking us with you on this marvelous walk!
Posted 01/19/2021 11:43 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
I loved that Julie took me on the walk with her dog following his nose. I could see hay spun to gold by the rising sun
and hear the water rushing over the limestone rocks and the voices whispering through the trees.
Posted 01/19/2021 10:23 AM
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mjorlock:
Nice poem. I share the sentiments. There's a lot of life (and poetry) to be found walking your dog.
Posted 01/19/2021 09:17 AM
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