Today’s poem came from my monthly visit to Charles House. We read a bunch of dog poems from various poets of varying degrees of fame. The canine in the poem we wrote together was inspired by a companion of one of the participants. I absolutely love that he was named after Mr. Smee from Peter Pan.
I might have to change Bobo’s name…
At the Beach
Smee wags up to everyone
he licks their faces
and smiles a tonguey grin
covered in wet sand
this first hot day
He drops his beloved
slobber ball at my feet
and with pincered fingers
I chuck it in the ocean
Where fearless he swims
into the waves searching
for his floating treasure
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Lovely. Dog and man. Keep it simple. All you need is each other and a little water.
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And a ball. Don’t forget the ball!
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Oh yes, sorry.
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Very lively indeed, I can so imagine such playful scene.
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Thanks. That’s what we were going for.
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Well done Charles House. And you too. 😃💜
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Thank you very much. I’ll pass your compliments along at my next visit.
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Dog days of summer
Aren’t here yet
But the beach is still warm
For both
Canines and companions
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Fortunately, it was a hot day in our poetic imagination. Thanks!
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