Flotsam And Jetsam. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

It was hot today like any October tropic day
And my dear old girl looked sad
No wagging tail,
No tooth and pink tongue smile
Well we better fix this hey mate?
Lets head north up the coast
Where the sea is blue, the breeze cool
And a thousand beaches wait for only us
Out of the truck and out of this time zone
Our noses point into the wind
Hers so much sharper than mine
Ears fly caught in the song of that wind
A tongue comes out and a smile is born
Off she goes to show me the way
The transition to happiness in a dog
Is such a simple beautiful thing.
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The deserted beach opens its heart
To the both of us in full flow
The ghost crabs she chases
The old and stranded shells I gather
The silence of our voices
Whilst we listen to the sea
The gulls overhead, the wind in the she oaks
All have more important stuff to say
And she runs in pure joy just because she is here
And we don't need to talk
So we walk and play lost in it all
I thank this beach for my companion
This old beautiful girl who now drags a foot
And walks at my side and protects me
From myself
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I throw a stick into the sea, she plunges in
I wish we could walk for eternity
She carries the stick head up high
I bend and pick up a shell
And the wind in it sings a song to us
That I have long waited for.

Geoffrey and Savannah.