Seashore
.As I see the little sandpiper running along the shore, as I was walking with my Mom one early morning, I was reminded of a poem my human Mom read one day. I remember some of the words as I watched the sandpipers
It goes something like this.
See the little sandpiper, running along the shore,
He seems in such a hurry, I can't help but wonder why
he doesn't even pause to see just what he is passing by.
The brilliant gems of sunlight, that glitter on the sea
or the tranquil blue of endless skies
and the breeze so light and warm,
I am thinkng of this as Mom picks up seashells a little bit away.
I feel so warm and mellow as I hear the waves behind me ,
that I hold my tail up high, so the other dogs will know just how
at peace with the world I am.
OH MY! WHAT WAS THAT? My backside is up in the air,
it felt as if a board had hit my little flat backside, but no
a board is not wet and cold, oh no! I am the one who's wet and cold.
And as I turn to see what had ruined my mood, I was just in time
to hear the laughter and to see the glitter of a wave as it hurred back out to sea.
I started to bark and tell it just what I thought but there's something
about having a cold and wet back side
that just makes you want to go and hide.
