Poem of the week

A lovely poem for you all to enjoy

Why do you love me,dog? By Derek neville.

Why do you love me,dog? Said i
There were trees and fields beneath the sky
There was freedom for you to roam
Why do you come to me for home?
Why do you love me,dog?

Why do you love me dog? I said
As i stroked the hair of his shaggy head
We hunt the fox and kill the birds,
And though we talk-we waste our words
Why do you love me,dog?

Why do you love me,dog? Did you
Think man could make your dreams come true?
We burn and plunder,kill and maim
And yet you love us just the same,
Why do you love me,dog?

Why do you love me,dog, I pray?
Did Christ show you the truth,the way,
And bid you teach to foolish man
The secrets of the God heads plan?
Why do you love me,dog?

He made no answer; only raised
His ears to listen; only gazed
Up to my face with lifted paw,
As if something sacred saw-
That might have been his god.