This poem is taken from Stand 227, 18(3) September - November 2020.
Woman and Dog
The dog and her both found dead.
We’d heard the cows, sick in the fields
and lowing loud. Proud, she had stuck it out.
At the end of the brambled track she would
shout at ramblers, stick at hand to clout
...
We’d heard the cows, sick in the fields
and lowing loud. Proud, she had stuck it out.
At the end of the brambled track she would
shout at ramblers, stick at hand to clout
...
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