October Fest – #2
In honor of my literary celebration of October Fest,
I am sharing a poem ~
“Morning Walk with Rocco,”
I wrote this poem after completing a 3-mile walk with my little dog, Rocco MO Rocco. He came to live with Bob & me after I lost my sight.
Because of my intense teaching and travel schedules, we did not have a dog for EIGHTEEN YEARS. Now that I was retired, it was time to find a little dog for us to love. Our daughter Salome’ came to our home, and she began to search for a dog that would be the perfect dog for Bob and me. That Sunday afternoon with Salome’ at the computer was such an exciting time for us all. We were giddy with joy at the thought of having a dog in our home again. We love animals and now, I could be home to take care of a dog.
I heard them say,
“Oh, this one looks like the perfect dog. His name is Rocco.
Yes, Rocco is the one for us. We will call the shelter and let them know, we want Rocco!”
That was it. When we saw the photo of Rocco, it was love at first sight – from the photo on the website.
This precious senior dog was in a shelter where he had been waiting for a forever home for over 6 months. Rocco became my eyes and my heart, in January 2009, when we brought him home from the shelter.
I dedicate this poem to the Lawrence County Humane Shelter,
New Castle, PA. Adopt a Friend – Click Here!
This is the place where we found our little boy waiting for his forever home.
“Morning Walk with Rocco”
Little black dog shivers
leaps with excitement
I attach his black vest
for our morning walk.
I say, “sit down,” but he cannot
Finally, ready to go
out kitchen door.
silky black dog, black vest, red leather leash
he dances across the wooden porch
scurries down stone stairs.
bushy waterfall tail streams down
like a trailing skirt of silk threads.
our feet move in silence
down the rural road
early sunrise to our backs
white Reeboks and fur-padded slipper-feet
ears erect, pink tongue tasting the morning
The first mile is all uphill
I look at him often
he is not a young dog
extra pounds around his middle
sturdy, resolute, faithful
We change direction.
glance at newly-plowed fields
familiar fields I watched
when I was a schoolgirl
walking the mile-long path home
we complete the second mile
pause at railroad tracks where
I used to lay a penny on the rail
copper coins became sacred mandalas
The final stretch
beside rushing waters
crooked creek runs fast
stop to breathe sweet scents
tangles of green honeysuckle vines
red-winged blackbirds sing
wild ducks paddle in circles
rushing water, locust trees, pines
pale blue morning glories
My dog tugs at the end of his leash
moves to the middle of the road
I bring him back to my side
where he is safe.
His ears no longer stand tall
tail is relaxed
breath comes faster
we walk directly into the sunshine
My hand shelters my eyes.
from glare of the rising sun
we completed our 3-mile circle
back through the woods
we seek the shade of tall oak trees
My dog picks up the pace
his ears point towards home
at the gravel pathway
I remove his vest and leash.
he dashes to the door of our house
bounces against me
inside, it is cool,
he runs to his bowl of fresh water
our morning walk, complete.
In loving memory of Rocco, the Shelti-Pom shelter-dog who brightened my life and became my eyes from 2009 – 2014. I will carry you in my heart forever, dear boy.
Our truest life is when we are in our dreams – awake. Henry David Thoreau