1 Sep 2008 A Poem By My Great Grandfather by Mom | posted in: Written Thoughts and Soapbox Moments | 1 Vilnius Somebody’s dog is killing sheep, Out in the darkness while you’ asleep; Chasing them down in the midnight fog, Tell me stranger, is that your dog? Somebody’s boy is riding his steed, Out on the highway at breakneck speed. Popping … Continued