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Thursday, March 15, 2007

Hi there,

This is a poem my Uncle Ken wrote. I thought it was good, it's about my granda Joe and his dogs

CANIS MINER
My Dad was a dog man, and all his life through
Was never without one; he sometimes had two.
His work in the pit was unsparingly stark;
Carving out coal, in the dust and the dark
So, when he came home, at the end of each shift,
What could be better, to give him a lift.
Than walking the fields, after tea, with a hound;
Unconfined; breathing fresh air; a vista abounding
In greenery; meadows and pasture and trees,
With myriad many-hued flowers in the leas;
And trailing contented, behind at his heels
Or, questing for quarry, in hedges and fields.
His faithful companion, devoted to Dad;
The finest of friends that a man ever had.
Dad loved walking dogs; he had many, through time.
It got him away from the grit and the grime
of the pit, which he loathed, from the depths of his soul;
His dogs a release from that coffin of coal.

and while looking for said poem I found some old photos of my karate class when i was about 11 or 12.





Now, I can't remember everybody but the girl with her head over the cheque is my old best frined Heather,the girl stood and kneeling next to me is called Laura and my brother, John is on there too.

TTFN

Jennifer
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COMMENTS

Thursday, March 15, 2007 5:23 PM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


Fabulous poem, hobbleit;D

BEB

Thursday, March 15, 2007 5:16 AM

MSG


That is a great poem


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