The Hole in the Fence

 

 

A bark or a grunt would make it known;

Our four legged neighbour is now at home.

At the hole in the fence he waits for his sweet,

Three biscuits, two toffees,  his regular treat.

 

The hole in the fence is quiet, no word;

He will always be there, if not heard.

Sam has gone to his place of rest;

Our prayers go with you,  God Bless.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For Sam

d. 30.12.97

Betty & Harry