Sam

Sweet September brought us rain
Soak the soil, flooded the corn field
How sweet, if i could forget them all
For what remain was dirt and trail

Oh frickle fortune, my heart cried out
Sam our dog was lying in the yard
his pulse was weak, his spirit was low,
God has a plan i must not allow

The rain has stop, Sam has a grave
He left us all without a word or two
My soul died when i paid my respect
Living had no meaning to me anymore.

I prayed each night for God to listen
To feel my pain, to heal my soul
But Alas! the time has come
For me to see what need to be seen.

Dev Emmanuel, 25th Feb.2005