Walking Beagles And Old Roads

by Robert George Wetmore

Trusty Tilly, all of a black-white-brown bundle,
Pulling for dear life to take me for a walk
Out to muddled puddles, dew-kissed grass,
Clothed in the fragrance of fern and tree.
Nose focused, riveted to dirt and damp,
Wild wagging tail, puffing for rabbit scent
We have been down this road before,
And she has never doubted my love,
For old roads treat you unconditionally,
Never to fool or cheat old hearts, constant
Now and beyond passing of me or mine.