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 



September 27, 2003 - October 13, 2017

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