The Dog Walker


And onward walks she and her peers

Like solemn sovereign isles,

bereft of joy in stoic tears

and more, she never smiles.


Very close to bellicose

belie their hidden smiles

The worlds they live they keep too close

these solemn sovereign isles.


So few convey an inner joy

they trek on endless miles,

withdrawn on self and thoughts employ

these solemn sovereign isles.




©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011



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