This is a poem I wrote when a man who is a professional poet came to my school and talked to my class about write and making poems.

So I wrote this remembering my old Golden Retriever, Freebee. This is kinda baout how I saw her, the way she acted until the day she was put down. She was a forever April puppy, acting the same wasy she did as the day she was born in the month of April.

Freebee

(The Forever April Puppy)

Sitting, waiting, tail wagging.

Big brown eyes, floppy brown ears.

Tongue out, ready to more,

Watching you.

“Throw it, throw it.” Her eyes say

The ball flies, she follows.

dark Golden fur shinning,

Claws scratching concrete,

Ears and tongue flopping.

I got it! I got it!

She runs back,

Tennis ball in mouth.

Throw it again, throw it again

Her brown eyes beg.

You throw it again, she runs

Free spirited joy.

Throw it again,

once more, please?