When we meet again

I was laying on the couch early one day

a dog was barking; from where I couldn't say

I got up from the couch and went outside

then off I went out into the countryside

 

I took a path thru the bushes and trees

but the sound of that bark kept nagging at me

I followed the path till I came to a river

I reached for a branch and caught a sliver

 

Under an oak tree I sat down to rest

I watched all the bird's fly from their nests

After awhile a group of ducks waddled by

then a fox gave chase so they decided to fly

 

I walked down the river past a small ridge

and down in the meadow there was a bridge

Down by the bridge thru the fog

I saw what I thought was the barking dog

 

Like a bolt of lightning in the dark

I knew right then that was my old friend's bark

I looked thru the fog toward the bridge again

and sure enough there was my old friend

 

As healthy and beautiful as the day we met

I ran down thru the meadow to greet my pet

She ran thru the meadow at such a fast pace

it was like the old days when we used to race

 

I hugged and kissed her as she licked my face

all her sickness was gone there wasn't a trace

We were together again after such a long time

the sun was shining and all was fine

 

We walked toward the bridge together again

then we crossed it together me and my friend

This is the way I know it will be

when we meet again my pet and me

 

(John Quealy)