A Gordon Setter

by Dale Forguson


In early March we went afield

My new found friend and I

Beside the pond, across the stream

Beneath the dappled sky


Up hill and down we wandered

Beside the fields amid the cover

The thistle, chicory, and nettles

Still brown in winters slumber


We picked our way among the saplings

Where a few first new buds appear

Amid the hickories, and ash

The maple, oak, and pear


We paused at a deadfall
To listen in the early afternoon

The larks and mourning doves

Their courtship in full bloom


We followed a game trail
I with measured pace

While you followed the foot steps

The heady, enticing trace


Companions together
We tramped up and down
I in rumpled shirt and ancient boots

You in black and brown

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