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Walking My Dog

Updated on December 23, 2011

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My walkin' dog searching for something.Some of the birds heard in spring.Some summer sun.More summer sun.An autumn scene.Mushrooms in autumn.Trees, frigid in winter.My frozen yard.My walkin' dog, warm again inside the house.
My walkin' dog searching for something.
My walkin' dog searching for something.
Some of the birds heard in spring.
Some of the birds heard in spring.
Some summer sun.
Some summer sun.
More summer sun.
More summer sun.
An autumn scene.
An autumn scene.
Mushrooms in autumn.
Mushrooms in autumn.
Trees, frigid in winter.
Trees, frigid in winter.
My frozen yard.
My frozen yard.
My walkin' dog, warm again inside the house.
My walkin' dog, warm again inside the house.

Walking My dog

By A. Gagliardi

Walking my dog in Springtime

scrutinizing yards for freshly awakened

buds of Crocus & Hyacinth

that peek from lingering snow and reach

their necks recklessly into the frosty air,

unaware their presence sends the thrill of

long-anticipated regeneration through my soul.


Walking my dog during summer

before the buzz of the noon-day bee

and the lawn-mower-hum and the

heated roar of the mid-day sun.

As morning tip-toes softly into the day,

we slowly make our way, listening to the music of

Bluebirds and Orioles singing their summer hymn.


Walking my dog in Autumn

Through the out-of-chlorophyll fragrance of leaves that

crunch beneath my feet and the

mellow-mushroom-smell of decomposing.

Someone’s grilled-steak-scent mingles with

the acrid dog refuse I carry as we

stroll the fermented atmosphere.


Walking my dog in winter

as fast as we can, before the arctic air

and the mind-numbing-bone-chilling cold

renders us immobile on the snow-laden streets.

We hurry, shivering our way home,

feeling glacial cold penetrating our coats as we

scramble inside the safety & warmth of our home.



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    • agaglia profile image
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      agaglia 6 years ago

      vocalcoach. Hi. Wow. thank you for the wonderful tribute. I am a bit overwhelmed.

      Thank you for reading my stuff. Us dog lovers get it, in more ways than one.

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      Audrey Hunt 6 years ago from Nashville Tn.

      I love dogs! My little Shih Ztu, Clancey is 10 yrs old. I can't even imagine my life without him. Absorbing myself in your poem was an amazing experience. Move over Einstein...agaglia is in town. Sheeeesh - you are one incredibly gifted lady! Rated up and awesome.

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      agaglia 6 years ago

      Hi Donna,

      I am writing from Minneapolis, where today it is cold and windy, with pretty high snowbanks along our streets, this year.

      The verse about artic air really IS true.

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      donna bamford 6 years ago from Canada

      I like this one Agaglio. Where are you writing from?

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      donna bamford 6 years ago from Canada

      I like this one Agaglio. Where are you writing from?

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      agaglia 6 years ago

      Well, here we are in that artic cold of winter! Brrr.

      I hope you all are keeping warm.

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      agaglia 6 years ago

      prasetio30, thanks for the nod. Walking the dog can be - and is at times a special moment. We think our dog is cute, too. Thanks again.

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      prasetio30 6 years ago from malang-indonesia

      Beautiful hub. I can imagine this is become special moment in your hub by waling with your dog. Nice poem from you. I thought you have cute dog. Have a nice day. Take care!

      Prasetio

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      agaglia 6 years ago

      Katiem2. Yes. my dog likes to walk - and run! all the time.

      He chases the squirrels when he can.

      thanks for the kudos.

      I was thinking of writing that "the sun cast shadows on the leaves and as they fell, their shadow ran like mice across the sidewalk in front of us. " eventually that image will get into something.

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      katiem2 6 years ago from I'm outta here

      How nice, walking my Dog reminds me of carefree spring days running into summer and ending up where we are now the fall. Does you dog like fall and all the leaves falling turning and the beautiful weather. Great poem.

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      agaglia 6 years ago

      Oh, you are both too, too kind. thank you for liking my poem. I did like it too. still do.

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      Nellieanna Hay 6 years ago from TEXAS

      OHHHH this is so beautiful, agaglia!! What a master poet you are! Beautiful, awesome, precious. Such imagery. Even the mingling "acrid dog refuse" aroma - yes, f course - it would be there and you'd have gathered it up to dispose of! The "fermented air" is lovely - ad the"mellow-mushroom-smell of decomposing" oh, oh, oh my! All o f it is lovely and vivid in fact. But I shouldn't quote it all - you know what I mean! Thanks!

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      Betty Ann 6 years ago

      Once again, you've hit it on the head. I can just picture the scene and the smells you encounter on your journey.