He Was Just a Good Dog

Poncho Pete was just a good dog,
A perfect companion for a child,
Always spending time as friends,
Making a young boy smile.

We would wander the canyons together,
Taking pleasure in the warm summer days,
Exploring each rock and crevice,
Eagerly on, in our happy innocent ways.

Poncho and I loved to wrestle,
"Rough games," mother would say,
Teeth would encompass my arms,
My furry friend knew fair play.

At the camp baseball games,
Poncho joined me on the bleachers,
Sitting calm and quiet the game through,
Never leaving my side, loyalty like so few.

He was just a good dog,
As I travel the memories of my mind,
He was a perfect friend and companion,
One who still trots close behind.