George W. Martin, The Gulf Between</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=166.htm>George W. Martin</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>The Gulf Between</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><b>I watched a little dog die today<br>In grief for one no longer by his side,<br>He laid his head down gently on his paws<br>and died.<br>I watched him as long hours turned to days,<br>And days to months and months in turn go by,<br>I watched him stand, head drooping,<br>And wait in vain for steps<br>No longer heard upon the stair,<br>I watched him taste and snuff the air<br>For odors only he had known.<br>I watched his grief turn to despair,<br>More poignant still because he could not cry.<br>Today I watched a little dog die<br>Unable to span that deep,<br> Wide gulf between - and say goodbye.</b></b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk2.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>