MUMMY DOLPHIN AND BUB, THE POEM

THE ROCKY BOARDWALK AND MUMMY DOLPHIN.

Just about every day, rain hail or sunshine, I go to see some old friends of mine.
Down along the rocky boardwalk, the place to meet and greet.
Take my camera and me thoughts, pull up a rock and make a seat.

Just of late, guess a couple of months or so.
I made some new friends, will never know their names but for me that will be no woe.
A mother and her baby, they have come to join the Village, always with a happy smile.
Please forgive indulgence; I am besotted by their presence, so come with me awhile.

Sometimes she brings her family, daddy of the tacker, brothers and sister’s aunties in attention.
All along the boardwalk they will swim and frolic, little one centre of their affection.
But mostly it’s just the mummy present; the baby will swim up the Brunswick reach.
Jump and surf the little waves just off the Torakina Beach.

Upon reflection, there’s one imperfection with our lovely mummy dear.
Her dorsal fin, will give her in, but it lends to mummies beauty, so let me make this clear.
I will make this point beholden it’s the way to give some acceptance here.
When you visit the little Village, you see our latest visitors, the ones I hold so near.

Watching the ladies marathon, Olympics Beijing, not far from the great birds nest arena.
Seeking for inspiration, my mind is with this awesome lady, mother of baby will be Constantina.
Our little baby Dolphin will be Raphael.
Hope it’s not a girl, OK call it Rachael.

Sorry Grant, buddy what can I say, want to be the daddy of our little baby dolphin.
Come to Brunswick Heads, see your baby, if you want go frolickin’.
I started with Dolphins, Mummy and her Bub, ending now with their progeny, we humans lower class.
The most gorgeous of people, Mummy Dolphin and her Baby, from them we get our past.

Come down to the rocky boardwalk, see mummy and her bub, you will have a mind release.
Come by yourself, slid into mystic thoughts, be supernatural, and let your mind be in peace.
Dolphins, baby, life, from the sea deep within, wipe the inner strife.
We are them, they are us, think you mongrels’, do not take there precious life.

© john d Farley, 2008, and you lovely Dolphins.

Flipper Note; me mate loves Dolphins, I love Dolphins, they are the inspiration of transcendental thought.