my mature eyes have beheld many strange and wondrous things my nose has smelled marvellous scents on the ocean breeze my ears have heard tender words of encouragement my paws have touched gritty sand and soft skin my tongue has tasted warm, salty water but above all these . . . my heart has felt unconditional love.
Long Beach was my Dad’s special place on the west coast of Vancouver Island. he would sit for hours and watch the Pacific Ocean surf as it washed ashore . . . for E.H.