Swish, swish, swish, his tail sweeps the air, Shining eyes, he crouches there. Arcing high, the ball flies up, Leaping now, my flying pup. He takes the ball, prances ‘round, Twinkle toes, not earthbound. Come here, boy! but, oh, not he, Away, away, chase after me! Faster, farther, prancing still, He smiles at me, such a pill. Lets me near, then lies down, I come near, … Continue reading The Rogue
My alarm clock goes off at 0510, There’s no snooze button and no plug to put in; But his nose is cold and his tongue quite wet, And he growls ’til I roll out of bed. Continue reading My Alarm Clock
I love to sit on the rocks at Ka’ena Point, and Wonder at the beauty of the sea; I love to stand atop Old Speck, and Gaze in awe at God’s handiwork about me; I love to lie in the open field Near Spencer Pond at night, and Ponder the vastness of the universe Spreading out before and beyond me; I love the simple joy … Continue reading I Love To Sit On The Rocks At Ka’ena Point
The Writings of William C. Pennington 