The Yelpers

OUR rides in all directions bend,

For business or for pleasure,
Yet yelpings on our steps attend,

And barkings without measure.
The dog that in our stable dwells,

After our heels is striding,
And all the while his noisy yells

But show that we are riding.

poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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