Buford the dog with his boy and the girl…

Years had passed since she’d danced on the hill…she lived with the nuns, cooking and cleaning…it paid for her room and they gave her a meal…and prayed for her soul…and
quietly she lived after years on the hill….
The day she remembered, the sun warm and shinny…the fields filled with flowers, had spread like a blanket…they’d laid on the grass her head on his heart, listening to it beat and his belly grumble…the dog had stayed with them…running and playing, rabbits to chase, sticks to bring back…he guarded them well, and payed them with licks and a fun wagging tail…

years had passed since she’d danced on the hill…she lived with the nuns, cooking and cleaning…it paid for her room and they gave her a meal…and prayed for her soul…and
quietly she lived after years on the hill….
the day she remembered, the sun warm and shinny…the fields filled with flowers, had spread like a blanket…they’d laid on the grass her head on his heart, listening to it beat and his belly grumble…the dog had stayed with them…running and playing, rabbits to chase, sticks to bring back…he guarded them well, and paid them with licks and a fun wagging tail…

The  two of them…Buford the dog, making them three…down the hill they walked, singing a song…the wind brought the scent of millions of flowers, it went to the ocean, it went to the sea…it traveled the earth and back to the three…
Sadly, today would be the end of the three…they’d frolicked and played, sang songs and they prayed…
they’d slept on the grass, and kissed while sitting on rocks like shaped like stairs…holding hands they’d shared secrets and stories…they’d loved and they’d argued, but always at night they’d laid their head on a pillow of grass, tight in each others arms they slept and they dreamed, Buford, between them keeping them safe and keeping them close…he loved their playful laughter and sing song voices…he fetched and he ran and wagged his long tail…they threw him a bone and life was so swell…today it would not end so well…

The house at the end of the hill looked lovely and sweet, window boxes filled with flowers of blue and light dew drops fell on the leafs…they walked to the door, smelling bread baking and apples growing on a tree by the swing…,the dog growled and backed back…warning them of danger and and harm…they knocked and they knocked, no one came out…he pulled on the door, and it opened up…inside it was warm, pillows on floor, a stove filled with food, a table to sit, with glasses full of drink…they sat and they ate, they laughed and they danced so happy and glad…
the darkness came quick….and sleep came and took them to dreams of hills and the dog…
of hugs and songs sung…sitting on rocks and stealing a kiss….the morning came quick and when she awoke, he was no where to be found…she looked and she called, she screamed and she cried, the dog at her side…the room was all bare…no sign of the pillows, no smell of the bread…no drink to be had…just one lone bare room and a hook on a wall where hung his
wool hat….she howled like the dog and ran like the wind, looking for him…into the forrest she ran, without looking ahead..she tumbled and fell into a deep well…the dog whined and whined and didn’t know why, they both were no more…the day grew darker and the owls did they hoot…the wolfs howled and the dog shed a tear…the people he loved, no longer there….
at long last a woman came by…she laughed with a sneer and played with her hands…her nails like a hook, she picked up the dog and threw him on air, where he landed on him…laying down, lost as a soul…alone in the fog…away from the girl he would not see…the dog cried and pawed at the boy…wake up and get up…they walked up the hill, the dog and the boy…back to the convent, with handfuls of flowers, to lay at the alter…prayers to said, songs to be sung…the girl had been lost…they wondered away…and found a new land…they encountered a girl, fair, tall with red hair…they built a new life and had little ones… Buford watched and despaired at the lost girl in the well….
Back at the hill the nuns found the girl, all wet and alone…sick as a bird, they carried her back…back to her room…they fed her and prayed, prayer after prayer…..she called out his name and Buford’s name too…..she spent her days walking the hill, cooking and cleaning…
wishing and dreaming…the boy and the dog…were now dreams…lost out at sea…she looked to the sea and cried tears of salt, her heart each day died….until she was old…the last of her days, she laid in her bed…with a ribbon of silk he given her once…the sound of the dog…greeted her walk, up the hill, white clouds and light surrounded her small frame….she looked down the hill so far down the way…she spotted him there…with a babe on his knee…she cried and she smiled…at his lucky break…he’d made it to old age, with a grandchild in arm…a ribbon she dropped and it flew to down the hill, like a song it had flown to the yard down below…the girl and the dog, now old and in disrepair…they watched the ribbon as it fell on the man…it fell on his hand…a smile and a tear ran down his face…his eyes, sparkled with green and blue flecks, up at the sky…the child asking where ribbons came from…he sat on his chair and held out the ribbon…from heaven above, the ribbon did fall, a girl it belonged too…and girl and a dog…that played on the hill…we played and we laughed, we ran like the wind…we kissed as we sat on rocks like a stair…he closed both his eyes and slowly breathed out…his soul lifted up and to be greeted up high…the girl and the dog, sat by the spring…with water so blue and quenching their thirst…they waited for him..he landed softly, his feet like a feather…..a ribbon he held..it went on her hair….they walked from the spring, flowers beneath, blue skies above…Buford the dog, the boy and the girl…running and dancing with songs in their hearts…they walked and they walked the boy and his dog and the girl her hand in his hand…..

 

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the two of them…Buford the dog, making them three…down the hill they walked, singing a song…the wind brought the scent of millions of flowers, it went to the ocean, it went to the sea…it traveled the earth and back to the three…
today would be the end of the three…they’d frolicked and played, sang songs and they prayed…
they’d slept on the grass, and kissed while sitting on rocks…holding hands they’d shared secrets and stories…they’d loved and they’d argued, but always at night they’d laid their head on a pillow of grass, tight in each others arms they slept and they dreamed, Buford, between them keeping them safe and keeping them close…he loved their playful laughter and sing song voices…he fetched and he ran and wagged his long tail…they threw him a bone and life was so swell…today it would not end so well…

the house at the end of the hill looked lovely and sweet, window boxes filled with flowers of blue and light dew drops fell on the leafs…they walked to the door, smelling bread baking and apples growing on a tree by the swing…,the dog growled and backed way , way back…warning them of danger and and harm…they knocked and they knocked, no one came out…he pulled on the door, and it opened up…inside it was warm, pillows on floor, a stove filled with food, a table to sit, with glasses full of drink…they sat and they ate, they laughed and they danced so happy and glad…
the darkness came quick….and sleep came and took them to dreams of hills and the dog…
of hugs and songs sung…sitting on rocks and stealing a kiss….the morning came quick and when she awoke, he was no where to be found…she looked and she called, she screamed and she cried, the dog at her side…the room was all bare…no sign of the pillows, no smell of the bread…no drink to be had…just one lone bare room and a hook on a wall where hung his
wool hat….she howled like the dog and ran like the wind, looking for him…into the forrest she ran, without looking ahead..she tumbled and fell into a deep well…the dog whined and whined and didn’t know why, they both were no more…the day grew darker and the owls did they hoot…the wolfs howled and the dog shed a tear…the people he loved, no longer there….
at long last a woman came by…she laughed with a sneer and played with her hands…her nails like a hook, she picked up the dog and threw him on air, where he landed on him…laying down, lost as a soul…alone in the fog…away from the girl he would not see…the dog cried and pawed at the boy…wake up and get up…they walked up the hill, the dog and the boy…back to the convent, with handfuls of flowers, to lay at the alter…prayers to said, songs to be sung…the girl had been lost…they wondered away…and found a new land…they encountered a girl, fair, tall with red hair…they built a new life and had little ones… Buford watched and despaired at the lost girl in the well….
back at the hill the nuns found the girl, all wet and alone…sick as a bird, they carried her back…back to her room…they fed her and prayed, prayer after prayer…..she called out his name and Buford’s name too…..she spent her days walking the hill, cooking and cleaning…
wishing and dreaming…the boy and the dog…were now dreams…lost out at sea…she looked to the sea and cried tears of salt, her heart each day died….until she was old…the last of her days, she laid in her bed…with a ribbon of silk he given her once…the sound of the dog…greeted her walk, up the hill, white clouds and light surrounded her frame….she looked down the hill so far down the way…she spotted him there…with a babe on his knee…she cried and she smiled…at his lucky break…he’d made it to old age, with a grandchild in arm…a ribbon she dropped and it flew to down the hill, like a song it had flown to the yard down below…the girl and the dog, now old and in disrepair…they watched the ribbon as it fell on the man…it fell on his hand…a smile and a tear ran down his small face…his eyes, sparkled with green and blue flecks, up at the sky…the child asking where ribbons came from…he sat on his chair and held out the ribbon…from heaven above, the ribbon did fall, a girl it belonged too…and a girl and a dog…that played on the hill…we played and we laughed, we ran like the wind…we kissed as we sat on rocks like a stair…he closed both his eyes and slowly breathed out…his soul lifted up and to be greeted up high…the girl and the dog, sat by the spring…with water so blue and quenching their thirst…they waited for him..he landed softly, his feet like feathers….a ribbon he held..it went on her hair….they walked from the spring, flowers beneath, blue skies above…Buford the dog, the boy and the girl…running and dancing with songs in their hearts…they walked and they walked the boy and his dog and the girl her hand in his hand…..

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