Friday, April 20, 2012

To Argue With My Dog

Argue with a Tree...
to argue with my dog about anything
is of course pointless
he knows how hard things are
how we both are just jokes
in the great cosmos
how things we plan hardly ever turn out

he is glad he has me
to take care of him
and love him

he knows when he won't do as I say
eventually I'll get it
much as I might want to believe
I am superior not like him
it will never ever
be so

© Julianne Carlile


  1. Hello! Congratulations on your made-it moment! I think that's so cool. Glad to hear things are going well!

    Jen Veldhuyzen

  2. This poem was written in response to Wilda Morris's April Poetry Challenge and follows the style of her friend, the famous poet William Marr. See her poetry challenges at her website:


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