Poet Robert Graham has good news for dogs which used to enjoy the delights of playing at the seaside. Now they can be the best of seaside sights themselves. The canine summertime ban ends this weekend!
|Woof woof ... The beaches are open to sea dogs again. Hooray! Many thanks to 'a very talented artist who lives in Wye' for the sketch.|
There's something very English and very human and worthwhile about Roberto's verse, and I say that not just as a lover of verse, but as an honours graduate in literature.
A faithful following
When I first read his poetry after we met in Richmond, where the State was accommodating me at the time - me, not Roberto, I hasten to say - I was amazed never to have heard his words on Radio 4's poetry programmes.
I offered to build and maintain healinggardens.click where Roberto has a faithful following.
As a former sea dog myself, how could I not want to share his latest piece here on the blog site for my sea adventure book, Sailing to Purgatory. I hope you will enjoy it and become a regular visitor to his site.
Beneath the mountaineering flowers,
By chalky cliffs, for final hours,
Every sea dog’s out today,
Before the beach ban starts in May.
I wonder do old sea dogs know,
From extra pats, or longer throws,
That something strange is in the air,
Do you think they know, or care,
About the council dog days rule,
As they splash in rocky pools,
And when with sandy paws they run,
After balls, and just for fun.
Owners only own this sorrow,
Of dogless beaches, from tomorrow,
As like magicians from their sleeves,
Their dogs unwind on miles of leads.
And when October comes around,
They’ll race across the briny ground,
Like sideways kites on leads extended,
Old dogs will sense the unmissed ended,
and feel the sand in every paw,
Beached again, on sandy shores.
- 29 ix 17
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