Come on in!
My name's Jack!
Jack Black to be exact, but all my friends call me Jack!
My mom said you were coming!
She said you wanted to share poetry???
Umm, I don't know too much about poetry.
But I would be happy to take you for a ride!
We could go to the dog park!
After we get back
We could play in the back yard
I'll let you throw my favorite bone
And I'll run and bring it back
So you can throw it again.
And we could always do a little digging--
I like to dig.
My mom said that this used to be her rock garden.
Emphasis on the garden part.
But I don't understand why someone would bury
A perfectly good rock
Unless they wanted someone like me
To dig it up!
You don't want to do that either?
All right then,
I guess we will have to try that poetry stuff!
My mom says if you leave your poems in the comments,
She'll round them up throughout the day.
Thanks for stopping by!
By the way, I actually am a very literate dog!
My mom reads poetry to me all of the time!
Here's one of my favorite dog poems…
BY VALERIE WORTH
Under a maple tree
The dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
Rests his long chin
Looks up, alert;
Chops, with heavy
Jaws, at a slow fly,
On his side,
His eyes: sleeps
In his loose skin.