O - Ode on a Wedgwood* Urn

You carry the platter of fruits and meats
Your father’s home from the war
I’ll lay the laurels over his curls
Anointing oil I’ll pour

His hound rejoices in hearing his name
He gambols and leads the way
To feast, to dance, to merriment,
His master’s side ne’er stray.
©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved
* Poetic license in use!  This isn't an actual piece of Wedgwood, it's my late grandmother's vintage knock-off.


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