My Loyal Friend

You could say he is short but he is tall with pride
You could say he is an old dog but his eyes still are young as the years go by
Fast white socks used to skitter through the long grass but as time, days, years go round his light socks turn to heavy shoes
My loyal friend that is
Who does not complain and let’s just say he can be brave
With a skip in his run and his own little dancing fun on tip toes across the shimmering shallow water
And when the camera is out that’s his time to shine with his head up high, with his young glittering eyes
My loyal friend that is.
He waits. Patiently. Looking over his land ready for action
Always so keen with his nose in the air and his ears pricked up sitting in the sun
reflecting on the day that is done
My loyal friend that is