I never tire of my walks,
fresh air, blue skies and sun;
refreshment of the mind,
elation when I'm done.
The hills, the wind, the views,
rejuvenate my soul;
invigorate my body,
it's part of all the whole.
Pleasure in the morning breeze,
that you'll not find at home;
it's only in the open space,
where Jax and I do roam.
My twenty pound companion,
of merry, furry glee;
his little form just bounces,
as he walks ahead of me.
I'm at peace with life and limb,
happy with the things that are;
trekking under cloudless skies,
following the morning star.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your spirited poem invites the reader to stroll along with you on your morning walks with your little dog. Twenty pounds of merry, furry glee - that description makes your companion sound irresistible. A great poem that was a joy to read.