A Story of Peace
By Harold A. Siegel

Picture this___if you can,
A friendly dog__a longely man,
A winding stream___ a quiet place,
A wagging tail___a kindly face.
Roasting quail on a blazing fire___
What else could a man desire?
A settling sun___a bright red sky,
A tired man___and evening high.

His bed is a blanket; his home is the ground
and to put him to sleppe there is plenty of sound__
The call of the bird; the chirp of the cricket,
They reach his ears from the midst of a thicket.
The croak of a frog; a splash and a swish
Remind him that this might be a fine place to fish.
A dog at his side; its head on his chest,
They''ve had a hard day; it's time for a rest.

...The moon is now fading__stars going away
His dog gives a bark__ it's a new day!!
The two get up__and make ready in haste,
There's plenty to do__not a moment to waste.
And before the sun can rise in all its full glory
Two figures begin another chapter__in their life story.
Now off in the distance, being swallowed by fog
Two figures are fading...a man...and his dog.