Daisy was a beautiful and loyal collie who lived on my great-aunt and great-uncle's farm in Montana. I wrote this poem in 2001, shortly after she was killed by a mountain lion. I'm not sure how long she lived, but I believe she was in her teens. My great-uncle passed away in 2000. Our whole family mourned his loss, and Daisy was no exception. She passed away the following year.
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| This is not Daisy, but she looked similar to this Photo by Rita Kochmarjova, Adobe Stock |
She played among the daisies in the field
Beneath her master's watchful eye
She ran and fetched the sticks her master threw
And she stuck close to him
She was a faithful dog
When his visitors came,
She played with them
When his family came,
She played with them
She romped and ran and played and jumped
She loved everyone she met
She played with the children
And she played with the adults
And she stuck close to her master
She was a faithful dog
She stuck close when he was hurt
She stuck close when he was ill
She stuck close when he was well
She loved with all of her heart
Her heart as big as the mountains around the ranch
She and her master grew older
She and her master grew slower
And still she stuck by him
She was a faithful dog
One day her master was gone
Never to return
And she stuck by his chair
Her sorrow kept her there
But still she played
And still she loved
She was a faithful and playful dog
One day she was gone
Never to return
She played among the daisies in the field
Beneath her master's twinkling eye
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| The ranch where Daisy lived I took this picture September 10, 2022. |
