Almanac Poetry: ‘Roots’ by Tommy Mallet



by Tommy Mallett



The dog sits on top of a rise

above where I spend the day

breaking down willow trees

before poisoning their bases,

freeing up the creek.


Every time I look up she’s there,

opposite the wallabies,


watching a world she’s forbidden

to hunt through,


yet owns.


My mind searches back,

yet I can’t remember her being anything

but this.


Some dogs have simply always been old.

Beautiful and old.




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  1. You capture the moment beautifully Tommy. I sense a familiar artist at work here!

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