By the Shore

Seven dolphins by the shore,

Silver, smart, and small,

From where I’m perched upon the mountain,

They all make me feel tall.

Each dolphin is jumping high

and swimming skillfully,

Along the shores of the Pacific

way to fast for my eyes to see.

Here I’m perched on a great oak branch

and in this spot I’ll stay,

Until the first signs of winter

spirit me away.

But right now I’ll watch the dolphins,

Silver, smart, and small,

Weaving between the waves below,

Through the summer and the fall.