At the Beach

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…

not Smee but a kindred spirit

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

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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9 Responses to At the Beach

  1. Lovely. Dog and man. Keep it simple. All you need is each other and a little water.

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  2. Cassa Bassa says:

    Very lively indeed, I can so imagine such playful scene.

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  3. JeanMarie says:

    Well done Charles House. And you too. 😃💜

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  4. equipsblog says:

    Dog days of summer
    Aren’t here yet
    But the beach is still warm
    For both
    Canines and companions

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