“Confessions of a Young Farm Dog,” by Leo Dangel
January 3, 2011
Today’s poem has discovered the joy of chasing cars and may end up with its head under a tire.
Every fall, I go get Leo Dangel’s book, Home from the Field, from the Fulda Memorial Library. And by January every year, I’ve marked my favorites again with the overdue notices I’ve been sent. I should just buy this book. But no, this week I’m reading you some of the poems I’ve marked, and I’ll return it Saturday. So I can check it out again in the fall.
“Confessions of a Young Farm Dog” is included in Leo Dangel’s book, Home from the Field
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An interesting poem. It reminds me a lot of the adventures of my youth. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for stopping by to listen, Lance. But I’m really curious now: What adventures were those–the living under the porch? The wishing your name was Shep? The chasing cars? The dreaming about cute collies named Jennifer? 🙂
KP
It’s always time well spent, KP—coming here, that is. 🙂 The running around, the chasing, the yelling . . . and the convenient excuse of doing these things just because we were young.