Whenever I start out to walk, our dog he seems to know, And runs along ahead of me to show he's coming too; And when there is a reason why he really mustn't go The hollering "Go Home" to him is awful hard to do. He wags his tail and jumps around, and seems as if he said, "I guess you didn't mean it, you were only jokin' then!" But when he sees I'm serious he kinder droops his head, Or looks up at me sorrowful, an' looks away again. And then at last he minds me if I keep an angry tone, It's awful hard to do it, but I try with all my might; And sometimes when I look around I see him all alone A-watchin' me and watchin' me until I'm out of sight. You see I know just how it is, 'cause some days when I find My brother's got to hurry off with bigger boys to play, And when he says I mustn't go and tag along behind, He leaves me sittin' somewheres and a-feelin' just that way! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |