You, Sir, are a poet.
Thank you for the compliment, I wish I was a writer.;
Where the Red Fern Grows.
The book is better than the movie but it’s good too.
Just try reading it and when you get to the end,
you’ll cry too.
Admittedly it’s personal for me, my father grew up
like the character in the book, a Virginia farm boy.
Raccoon, and fox hunting with dogs was a sport and
a way of life, a way of life I only got to see a little
of growing up, it’s all gone now, the five brothers and
three sisters all gone, the farm and land sold off.
I would give anything to go back to the time my father
asked me if I wanted some of the land once my grandmother
died but I was young and stupid and didn’t appreciate it
at the time, now it’s gone, all gone, just the memories
made sepia by time are left.
I went to the Coon Dog Graveyard over in Tuscumbia
Alabama once years ago, what a tribute to dogs those
owners have made.
Here is the site, see for yourself.
http://www.coondogcemetery.com/gallery.html