Sunday, May 31, 2015

Old Pete

I was talking to a friend about the poetry group I belong to today.

I was reminded of this poem I wrote in response to a challenge to write something in a rhyming style.

This picture is not Old Pete, but it looks enough like him--if you add a good twenty pounds:

Ode to Pete

Old Pete, he was a good old hound.
A better friend could not be found.
He never barked; he didn’t growl,
But for a biscuit, he would howl.
He liked to lie upon his bed.
His only trick was playing dead.
He had no truck with chasing sticks.
He wanted dinner right at six.
To fetch a ball, he did not choose.
He suffered cats who came in twos.
If you should chance to stop and linger, 
And you were just the kind of singer
Who had the heart to sing the blues,
Then Pete would join with his A-roos.


Olga
March, 2015

 Pete was named for a Civil War general,  James Longstreet.  I am not sure why other than the fact that Mike was a keen student of history.

This is not something I would typically write but the challenge was made and I had to give it a try.  The inspiration came as I was walking through the Farmer's Market and there was a man walking a blood hound nearby.  The hound started baying in that unique hound way and I was immediately brought to thoughts of Old Pete and a blues band singer named Dana who used to sometimes come by for a few beers and a duet.

9 comments:

  1. You have tried good. Sounds good...

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  2. Olga, I love it. Good Old Pete, and good on you.

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  3. It's a great aabb scheme, and I love the idea of Pete howling!

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  4. Nice. Old Pete sounds a little like our Sophie -- lie upon the bed, playing dead, dinner at six. And "A better friend could not be found."

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  5. Finally, poetry I can understand and enjoy. Pete sounds like he was a real character and was obviously much loved. Enjoyed this post.

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  6. It's a fun poem and brings Old Pete to life for us. He sounds like he was quite the character!

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  7. I'm really, really impressed Olga. This is such a fabulous poem. I love the rhyming and rhythm.

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  8. Isn't that fun, playing with words? Good for you. We are on day 5 of 7 babysitting. I AM So TIRED!

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  9. Old Pete sounds like a wonderful dog! Your poem was a beautiful ode to him.

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