Sammy
by Neil Creighton
The Indian Pacific from Perth
has arrived on Platform 2.
We poured from the train.
The platform surged with people.
Baggage handlers scurried around.
Grey day. Spiteful rain. Cold wind.
Better check on your dog, son.
Sammy was in a dog-cage in the baggage car.
He was eight. I was sixteen.
His puppy self had lain in my arms.
Together we paddled the glittering lake,
he in the front, alert, mouth open, excited.
He loped alongside my bicycle.
He bounded comically through high grass.
He lay at my feet in the evening.
He was my brother and my friend.
There’s a dog loose on the tracks.
I barely heard that announcement
as I wandered down to the baggage car.
I’d checked on him on each stop.
Now I’d take him to our new home.
I’ve come for my dog.
Jeez, mate, sorry, he’s gone,
We tried to get him out of his cage.
He held back and slipped his collar
and he bolted.
I ran through the crowd, searching the tracks,
calling and whistling again and again.
No dog loped up happily to lick my hand.
Finally I stopped.
He was gone,
3,400 kilometres from his home,
running in a strange city
full of noise and trams and cars and trains,
increasingly desperate, hungry, alone.
The day was cloudy, cold and wet.
I reached for my sunglasses
To hide my grief, though tears flowed freely.
Sammy, my dear friend,
don’t run too far.
Find someone to take you in.
Let them love you like I do.
In a sad huddle, my family waited.
I walked past them towards the platform steps.
They seemed so very far away.
IMAGE: “Boy with a Dog” by Pablo Picasso (1905).
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I have always loved dogs, and although my father was in the Royal Australian Air Force and we led a gypsy life, criss-crossing the Australian continent, my dog always came with us. My poem recounts what happened when we travelled from Perth to Melbourne one cold, wet day.
AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: My dogs, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy and Miss Eliza Bennet (Darcy and Lizzie).
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Neil Creighton is an Australian poet whose work as a teacher of English and Drama brought him into close contact with thousands of young lives, most happy and triumphant but too many tragically filled with neglect. It made him intensely aware of how opportunity is so unequally proportioned and his work often reflects strong interest in social justice. His recent publications include Poetry Quarterly, Autumn Sky Daily, Praxis mag online, Rat’s Ass Review, and Verse-Virtual, where he is a contributing editor. He blogs at windofflowers.blogspot.com.au.
Beautiful piece. The rhythm of the various voices lulled me into hope for finding Sammy.
Sad and touching.
Heartbreaking. If anyone is reading this comment, it’s likely through tear-blurred eyes. That’s the magic of poetry, finding ourselves in someone else’s words.
Thanks so much. I really appreciate your generosity and support.
Hard losses. I kept hoping for that happy ending. Just lost my own dog in Dec.
Most of them are easy to love-child mentality without the willfullness. Sorry about your dog, Mary.
What an incredibly beautiful piece. Was so desperately hoping for a happy ending. Beautifully written, despite how much it hurts the heart
Beautiful poem. …broke my heart.
Thanks. It was a sad moment. I often think of him and foolishly speculate about what happened. Hope he found somewhere. He was pretty resourceful so maybe he did OK.
Maybe so, it’s a good thing to believe.