by 
James Newton Rounsavell

Upon Dreary Hillside
In Winter's Setting 
A Shepherd Dog I Spied
Begin Its Nightly Run

Narrow Paw-Packed Dirt Trail
Was Trod By Only He
Who Walked With Droopy Tail
Pained Heart For All To See

Trail So Narrow And Deep
His Feet Had Walked A Lot
To Master's Feet To Sleep
On Final Graveyard Plot

I Wonder Was He Kind
To Bind This Friend So Dear
Through Rain And Snow He Pined
To Still, In Death, Be Near.