Alexandrine Poem: “Hail on a Summer Day”
In summer’s end, my dog—while hail fell hard and loud,
She darted fast away—from stormy clouds unbowed.
The hail fell like sharp stones—upon the earth that day,
My heart raced, seeking her—who ran so far away.
Beneath a rocky ledge—beside the bog, so still,
I found her, muddy, pale—but safe against the hill.
The storm above us raged—its winds and hail combined,
Yet in her steadfast eyes—our joy, once more, aligned.
The skies were black with clouds—power unmatched and great,
Through every trial we’ve faced—our bond will not abate.
Though storms may come with force—and darkness may appear,
Together, side by side—my dog and I stay near.
WoPoLi 
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