Run Where The Flowers Grow


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I couldn’t believe my eyes,

Dad had brought home a surprise,

A black and white cocker spaniel,

Just a puppy, but she meant the world to me,

She was happy, playful, and made me smile,

Lady came when I called her, eager to please,

We were two friends, always at ease,

The two of us discovered the world anew,

Bonded by our hearts, our friendship grew,

Sniffing flowers, chasing birds,

I read stories and she listened to every word,

When she was two she followed me down,

 The dirt roads to the grocery store in our town,

We encountered few cars that hot summer day,

 Crossing the two lane county road on our way,

Before I got groceries the owner and I had a debate,

 But he said, “No dogs allowed. She’ll have to wait,”

When I looked for her, she had crossed the street,

Busily sniffing flowers, or looking for bugs to eat,

My first thought was, “She shouldn’t be over there.”

 Without thinking, I whistled, loud and clear,

The shrill sound hanging expectantly in the air,

It was then that I saw a speeding car,

And realized that it wasn’t very far,

At the same time I saw Lady raise her head,

And obediently towards me she sped,

Smiling with every stride,

“Stop, Lady, stop!” I wish I’d cried,

But I was frozen, watching this nightmarish scene,

The car and Lady, the gap closing in between,

There was a loud “Whump!”

Time stopped and I had no need for air,

The car had hit Lady and the driver seemed unaware,

He slowed, then sped up, I knew he didn’t care,

I ran to her and dropped to my knees,

 “Lady, get up! I’m sorry, please,”

But I held a lifeless form tight,

Wishing with all my might,

That this was just a bad dream in the night,

I walked home in a trance,

Angry at myself for what I had done,

“Why did I whistle without a glance?

Why had I done this to my friend?”

Blaming myself over and over again,

 Tears streaming down my face,

Somehow managing to carry her to our place,

Where Mom took the groceries,

Telling me to hold Lady for a few minutes more,

Until I collapsed spiritless on the floor,

The next day a private ceremony with a prayer,

Only family was invited there,

My heart pounded and my head hurt,

And with each shovelful of dirt,

I thought I could hear a whistle blow,

Before I left, I leaned down and whispered softly,

“Run, Lady, run, where the flowers grow.”

5 thoughts on “Run Where The Flowers Grow

  1. I have tears in my eyes, That hit me like a brick in my stomach..
    I know I’m a softie, but I think it’s the limitless love given by our pets which breaks my heart…That trust they show, the trust that we love them back the same, and will care for them throughout our short time together … ‘Run , Lady, run’ , wonderful, sad and emotional poem Dan…xx

    1. It was a story I had to write. It had been bottled up inside for years and I finally let it go. I cried when I wrote it. Thanks for stopping by.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

      1. Now I know it’s a true story I realise the affect it did have on me, Dan… I can only partly imagine what you went through at the time, you must only have been a child, and to learn that young such heartbreak is terrible…and now you’ve let the whole tragedy out I hope the pain and scarring finally heals…I do hope so, Dan…xx

      2. Tragedies and blessings all await their turn to share the stage, or in this case a page. I have had lessons indelibly placed on my heart, not to keep within but to share. Thanks, Pen, for letting me share one page of my life.

        May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

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