LOWDOWN Winter 2011 page 23
☆ FOUR FEET ☆
a poem in praise of a dog
I have done mostly what most men do,
And pushed it out of my mind;
But I can’t forget, if I wanted to,
Four-Feet trotting behind.
Day after day, the whole day through -
Wherever my road inclined -
Four-feet said, “I am coming with you!”
And trotted along behind.
Now I must go by some other round, -
Which I shall never find -
Somewhere that does not carry the sound
Of Four-Feet trotting behind.
by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
A QUICK WAG!
While touring in Norfolk this summer, we found ourselves in a charming country pub. On the wall of the gents was a poster for Shepherd Neame Brewery. It read:
first published in LOWDOWN
editor Tony Roberts
