Bhreagh
I'm walking Bhreagh,Or is she walking me?
When we were children
Family dogs could run free…
Even the neighbors cows
Ran free sometimes.
I smile as thoughts
Of Mom chasing them come to mind.
Potato tops and carrot tops
Were disappearing fast,
Until Mom with broom flying high
Chased the cows away at last.
I didn't mind
The missing tops
'Cause that meant
Less potato bugs to pick off.
Potato bugs…
Dad would give us one cent
For a full can,
But when he flushed them down the toilet
I could never understand.
Bhreagh, you're restless now.
Ok we'll move along, but slow.
You're quite a fast walker,
I wonder if you know?
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© Viola Doncaster, May 19, 1998.
