Sweet boy, you bound
free with joyful spools,
just a pup of a hound,
tearing through sand
and shallow silt pools.
A new confidence found
the infinite dig,
paws now tools.
What a place: the crash, the sea, the surround,
a wonderland,
beckoned out, gently, water cools.
Upwards, floating away from the ground,
paddle, snort, many new rules,
unwound.
Keep paddling on,
no option to stand.
Strength of spirit, riches in joules,
crowned.
