‘Coon Dog


‘Coon Dog

The hound–he came to be my dog one night.
I made a trade so I could hunt a coon.
The owner took my roping dummy bright
and said the dog would tree by light of moon.
In an old shed I made a bed of straw.
The dog lay down and did not even whine.
He was the best ‘coon dog I ever saw
and I was happy that he now was mine.
The first night that I took him on a hunt,
he barked and barked and tried to climb a tree.
I saw a tiny raccoon — just a runt –
his sparking eyes, they seemed to plead with me.
I slowly put my gun down by my side
and listened to my ‘coon dog bay with pride.

© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols


14 comments on “‘Coon Dog

  1. Love the stories you tell… My nephews have their hunting dogs…and they are treated with loving care!


  2. Catherine Johnson says:

    Brilliant, Freeda! I love the name Coon dog.


  3. The Editors of Garden Variety says:

    Lovely poem!


  4. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    Smart dog and glad you listened, the coon I would say on that day was being protected by the power of dog spelled backwards, it wasn’t meant to be that coons time.


  5. Alice says:

    Awww…my Harper is 1/2 coonhound, and those dogs are characters! That first bay scares the daylights out of any critter. She also grumbles and purrs–really!


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