The hound I've known for three years trots down the mountain road with a nod at me, pretending he knows what he's doing miles from home on a sunlit morning. He's headed for a kind of place he hasn't quite found yet and might not recognize when he gets there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG A VALENTINE TO SHERWOOD ANDERSON by GERTRUDE STEIN ADAM AND HIS FATHER by KAREN SWENSON THE DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE JAFFAR by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT |