Oh Beach!
Your water comes in and out. I do not know why.
But it does.
And when it is out there are rocks and sticks.
I love your sticks!
Oh Beach!
Sometimes you are empty and we are alone. I do not know why.
Other times there are birds, and Dog Friends too.
I love Dog Friends!
Oh Beach!
Sometimes you have many stinky dead things. I do not know why.
But when there are stinky dead things I eat them.
I love stinky dead things!
Oh Beach!
Sometimes my person throws sticks. When I run, Cobi chases me. I do not know why.
But she does.
Chase me.
It is very annoying.
I do not love this. Even though I love Cobi.
Oh Beach!
But sometimes I can get in front of Cobi! Sometimes my person holds her so I can run alone.
I do not know why she does not do this all the time.
But she doesn't.
I love running on my own in the water! With sticks! And waves! And cool splashing wetness!!
Oh Beach!
We do not visit you every day. I do not know why.
But when we do visit I have very much fun!
I love you Beach!
(Can we visit again tomorrow?)
5 comments:
Wow! What a good fun time! We don't have any beaches nearby.
Pawsome Ojo. Fab ode to the beach and we liked the bit about stinky dead stuff best LOL. Have a tremendous Thursday.
Best wishes Molly
That is one epically pawsome poem!
Sam and Pippen
What a wonderful ode to the beach, Ojo. We can tell you love it there.
Great photos!
Looks like you had a wonderful time with your stick and the beach.
Your poem was perfect too.
xo Cinnamon
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