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Poetry

Whistle Stop

The dog and I stopped
near a wood.
Heard a whistle
from deep behind the trees.
A call the dog knew
but not me.

With dog and duty
I returned
to feed on treats, paychecks
and pats on the head.

The dog since died and duty done
I stood outside the wood
and pitched a whistle through the trees
to see
if the wood
would
take a chance
again
and whistle back to me.

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Thomas J Strong Bio I was born in St. Paul, Mn the oldest boy of ten children. I attended St. Marks grade school and St.Paul Central high school. After high school I tried attending college (3 times) but dropped out and spent 4-5 years traveling. I finally graduated from the University of Minnesota with a BS-Chemical Engineering in 1981, got married and spent the next 35 years working and raising a family. I retired in 2017 and am working full time pursuing my muses.

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