I'm a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone;
I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own;
I'm a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep;
I love to sit and bay the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep.
I'll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet,
A sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat,
Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate,
But shut door, and sharp stone, and cuff and kick, and hate.
Not for me the other dogs, running by my side,
Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.
O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best,
Wide wind, and wild stars, and hunger of the quest!
im using this 4 my home work
ReplyDeleteneat, what's the assignment?
ReplyDeleteI'm using this poem for my homework toooooooooooooooo
ReplyDeleteim using it 2!(4 mi h/w)
ReplyDeleteI had remembered most of the words to this poem from elementary school in the late 1950s or early 1960s, although when I learned the poem it was set to music - so I always had assumed it was a song. Perhaps the teacher heard or made up the song part, but it's nice to finally have all the lyrics again after 50 or so years. Thanks. Andrew
ReplyDeleteI have to learn this poem for my english teacher,I love this poem!!
ReplyDeleteIt's a really good poem; I learned it when I was in middle school.
ReplyDeleteI learnt this poem in my English class in 6th grade, in 1961 !!
ReplyDeleteI liked the poem when I was younger, and I like it still. But what is the lone dog's use of saying what she says?
ReplyDeleteI LEARNED THIS POEM IN JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL... ALWAYS A FAVORITE... AND THE LIFE I LIVE!!!
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