Poetry For Children: At The Beach © Poem by Roann Mendriq

My dog is running on the beach,
always just out of my reach;
He's barking laughter at the waves,
exploring all the seashore caves.

I call for him, 'You come back now!
Don't you dare go chase that cow! '
But he just wags his curly tail,
chasing some mysterious trail.

He picks up driftwood like a prize,
Triumph shining in his eyes;
He chases rowdy crows away,
He paws the crawling crabs in play.

In the waves I chase him quick,
Suspecting some old cannine trick;
He sees a big wave smack my face,
and then decides to end his chase.

He licks my face and licks my nose,
and licks my hair and licks my toes;
He puts his paw upon my heart,
I know the best is yet to start...

Side by side on the sandy shore,
Who could ask for anything more?
Just sitting on those sifting sands,
Knowing someone understands...