Farm Dog
by James Yslas, age 14
Long shaggy fur hanging down
It almost reaches to the ground
Through the farm he is going
Past the farmer who is hoeing
And when the wolves do prowl near
He approaches without fear
And drives the wicked wolves away
While the cows sit eating their hay
Knowing there is nothing to fear
Not while the faithful farm dog is near
And when the working day is done
Away from the field he does run
His fur shining in the setting sun
Then he lays down in the hay to rest
Knowing he has done his best.
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