Remembering our friends
Beaches, says Belle, are always good fun
With luscious, smelly tidbits to eat
Such as tiny live crabs and very dead gulls
To roll in, amid seaweed - a treat!
There are people about in the summer
To play with and splash in the sea
And dig some good holes and then bask in them
And chase balls they throw just for me.
In the winter the beaches are silent
The frozen sea is soundless and still
And though there’s unlimited space for a gallop
My humans complain of the chill.
composed by Belle's Human