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,

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Lone Dog by Irene R. McLeod (1891-1968) by Irene R. McLeod (1891-1968) 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,

Wide wind, and wild stars, and the hunger of the quest! I'm a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog and lone; I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, a howling on my own; I'm a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep; I love to sit and howl by the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep.

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.

Aug 24, 2009 · Irene Rutherford Mcleod. 1891– 164. Lone Dog 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,

This classic poem by Irene Rutherford McLeod is about a lean, keen, wild dog that lives its life alone. Dog poems for kids who love canines.

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,

Aug 5, 2011 · Irene Rutherford McCleod, an Australian born poet who wrote 'Songs to Save the Soul' (1915) and 'Before Dawn' (1918); her poem 'Lone Dog' has been republished in many anthologies.