My Field

by Jem Croucher


I have a field I go to
every Friday night
It’s mine to run around in
and there’s no-one else in sight
I’m also fairly certain
that no other dogs go there
I’ve certainly never seen one
and I don’t think they would dare

For this field it is my haven
and I love to run around
quite free in its three acres
on the chalky Sussex ground
And sometimes my two humans
will bring a little treat
which I will get get freely
by simply looking sweet

So I’m content to walk with them
when I have had a run
or have a sniff around the trees
it’s all part of the fun
My field it is a lovely place
and my humans they are great
for giving me the freedom
every Friday for a date

©Jemverse

Photo – Me (Obi Wan Kinobi) in my field – Jempics

One Comment to “My Field”

  1. Aaaww, exploring the mind of man’s best friend
    That’s so beautiful

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