© 2012 Linda McKinney All Rights Reserved
His eyes spoke volumes, his heart was bereft,
His voice was nowhere, his buddy had left.
His loss was complete, his master was gone,
Even so, he must carry on.
Others depended on him, they needed his skill,
He must keep going, though lost of life’s will.
He remembered the times, the fun times of play,
The way his master said, “Let’s do good today.”
Together they saved lives, just not this one,
The one of his master, his favorite Army son.
His eyes spoke volumes, his heart was bereft,
His voice was nowhere, his buddy had left.
© 2012 Linda McKinney All Rights Reserved