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POETRY | MEANINGS
Names
As given and lived
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A poet I like notes that in return for whatever
services they provide, farmers families give
their dogs food, shelter and a name to call their own,
to turn their head, and bring them home.
At least when they feel like it, of course, dogs
of all kinds not being renowned for immaculate obedience,
as shown by their eagerness to doggedly chase
whoever ventures onto farmyards or other family land.
We humans are more disciplined, and conscientious,
and respectful, of course, although that can depend on
circumstances of many kinds; but like farm and other dogs,
as well as cats and other creatures that that we love,
we too have been granted the gift of a name to call our own,
which we acknowledge with more than just a turn of our head,
finding in our name not only a domestic, a homely, home,
but a sense of unique being and identity, all our own,
