The dog runs off his leash
Indenting paw prints on the beach
Kicking up sand in playful wonder
Looking for sticks or other plunder
He jumps in to the coming sea
Splashing about, oh to be free
Running with tongue lolling out
Happy with nowt to care about
A whistle calls him back
He looks up suddenly seeing a crab
Curiosity gets the better of him
Pinched by claws, he’ll not do that again!
Off he runs to his owner
Shaking off the excess water
Running after the stick that’s thrown
This dog doesn’t want to go home!
But as the sun sets over the sea
He knows it’s time for home to be
So off he goes leashed up again for another day
Paw prints in the sand now washed away
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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