Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

I WAS LUCKY

I WAS LUCKY

His grandad brought me
Nestling in his big hand
A ninth birthday present
Obviously long planned

I was a young fox terrier
The smooth haired breed
Lucky was to be my name
I even had a leather lead

I soon adapted as a pet
Clearly loved by the boy
Taken daily for a walk
Even given a rubber toy

With a garden to explore
A soft bed based inside
Could I want for more
A warm home I can abide

Dog years are multiplied
I was twelve at the end
Getting a little arthritic
But still happy I contend

Style / type: 
Structured: Western
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content
Opt-in: Neopoet AI will critique your poem.

Comments

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

It is not feasible to offer feedback.

Please send feedback about Neo (our computer generated critique system) to https://www.neopoet.com/contact

Hello, T48,
What a great take on the contest! I'm hoping it's a true story! Wonderful rhythm and rhyme.
A happy poem, and a fun read.
L

I love how you took this theme and turned into something kind and very sweet. I have just come from a poetry workshop where Peter Bakowski spoke about sometimes installing 'fun' into poetry - and you've done that! Thank you.

Jenifer Jaspa James

Such an adorable poem. I love how you told it from the perspective of the dog. Well done.

~RoseBlack~

(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.