Палка...

Палка…

«Мальчонка радостный душою,
Вдоль берега бежал.
Кричали чайки надо мною,
Волной прилив шуршал.
А рядом добрая собака
Ждала команды от меня.
У ног моих лежала палка -
**   **  **    **»
                Её судьба взяла моя?


«A joyful boy ran along the shore,
With gulls crying above his head's core.
The tide rushed in with a swishing sound,
While a friendly dog waited, poised and bound.

At my feet, a stick lay in silent plight,
** ** ** **, it lay in sight.
Did fate lead me to pick it up that day?
And to decide its destiny in play?»
         

       Stick…
      
On the beach with my faithful hound,
The sand, the sea, and the sun, we found.
A day so lovely, a sight so fair,
With a loyal companion, beyond compare.
       And as we walked along the shore,
       A stick caught my eye, lying on the floor.
       Did fate conspire for us to play,
       And for this stick to come our way?
              I picked it up, threw it afar,
              And my dog ran, without a bar.
              A moment of bliss, on this gorgeous day,
              A memory forever, in my heart to stay.


        Recorded by me while walking near the Pacific Ocean with my dog.2011