A copper-white streak across the field,
Darting through dunes, power to wield . . .
A Brittany spaniel at home on the moors
Not of French, but Vineyard shores.
Like a king atop ridges he’d survey his land,
Alert ears, tail — and again sail the sand.
When he did pause and gaze with amber eyes
Upon those he loved, with his soul so wise . . .
’Twas clear Copper to no other could compare:
He was smarter, faster, so very rare.
A great spirit and knowing sage was he;
A quiet companion with agility
To buoy his carefree summer spree:
An image of Life, of Joy, of What Might Be.
Look out the window, look out toward the sea . . .
With the wind you’ll see Copper, running free.
For Copper, Jan. 19, 1995-Sept. 4, 2006
— Holly Hodder Eger