Just a piece of fun 🙂
The ball flies high into the air
It can land just anywhere
Wallace watches as it lands
I threw it far with my own hands
The springer sprung with all his might
To find his ball is his delight
Panic as he sniffs around
His favourite ball must be found
Spinging up and springing down
Wallace running all around
His tail is wagging fast and free
He runs with speed straight back to me
A soggy ball placed in my hand
Ready to throw across the land
A hundred times or maybe more
Wallace doesn’t count the score
An hour goes by and still he runs
And the day has only just begun
He will carry on forsaking all
To find and fetch his favourite ball
This pleasing sight before my eye
As Wallace jumps and springs so high
And my heart is filled with glee
Each time he brings the ball to me
Created for Poetry Pot Luck
Jeanie McBain
Dear Jeanie
I loved the play… and your words are perfect in playing…
Thanks for joining in the Poetry Potluck WK 43 which I am hosting for the first time… hope you have liked it too…. and wish to see you again…
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Hi Shashi, thank you for your kind words and for visiting. I am enjoying reading the wonderful poems out there it’s wonderful to read them 🙂
Wonderful poem-story. I could write all day about my dog, too. He is the best writing inspiration!
Hello Abby Kelly, thank you for your comment, yes Wallace is an inspiration too, I wrote the poem on the spur of the moment after our playtime in the park a bit of fun really 🙂 Thank you for visiting