My name is Ella, my game is... writing! I love to write about nature, and I always aim to create a real mood in my writing, whether it be that warm fuzzy feeling, or a tense, and foreboding one :)
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Written By: Ella Hambleton
January 12, 2015
Since the age of the dawn; when the humans appeared; they wait and they love without reason.
Because they are our friends; our companions, our dogs; they serve us as friends through the seasons.
They were first drawn; by meat handed down; the humans were sought and revered.
And although flames lick; and grope at wild fur; their love brought them close to the feared.
Dogs are used to work; used to pull at the leads; They are one in pulling a sled.
They bark at the sheep; and run ‘round the flock; Working instincts have been well bred.
Our working partners; our loyal companions; curling up at their masters’ feet.
Mans’ best friend; ‘till the end of our reign; their warm silky fur we will greet.