I turned my spy glass inward 'n
saw this picture: two small boys
and a a a little brown dog in a
wooded place examining some
Mica rock-it was was without a
before or afte My Stubby dog
Ronnie my friend unchanged after
Seventy five years of times goneI
Leaving jewels of memory scattered
As shells on a beach after the storm
In that time,in that daappled wood I
Unthinking knew love and friendship
Surrounded by hallowed light of family
A certainty that is with me still as I come
In memory to where I now rest my head
Giving unto the Lord my weary burden