This is a poem about me and my dog, and the art of slow living.
me and my dog we sit we sit with our faces in the wind eyes closed hearts open me and my dog we watch we watch birds flying leaves falling grass dying geese calling me and my dog we listen we listen to the heartbeat in the earth the hoofbeats of mighty beasts racing across time wild horses running at breakneck speed leaving us behind but we don't need that kind of rush, no not me and my dog