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My Master Leaves for War By Private Richard Winfield "There goes the boss. Gosh, I don't know why, but I feel as though I'd like to die. He found me shivering, cold and alone; he took me in--gave me a home. I know that something is amiss, look at the tears of Mom and Sis. Hey, there's his girl--she's crying, too; I wish there was something I could do. We didn't go on our morning walk; I noticed a catch when he started to talk. He used to smile when I'd wag my tail, but even these clowning gestures fail. There must be something on his mind. Look how he stopped and stared behind at Mom and Sis--his girl and me. Whatever the trouble be? He's on the train; he's looking still. Don't worry, boss --I'll guard them till you return. I'll do my best till you come home. So long, boss!" |
