A maze of pool floaties were scattered on the floor,

Making Little Brushwood’s steps a bit of a chore.

He wandered around looking for a place to wait,

While Mom put everything in a travel crate.

They stopped at the grocer to pick up picnic food,

So as to enjoy the lakeside in a good mood.

Mom spread out a blanket and set out the supplies,

While Little Brushwood looked around with dancing eyes.

The beachfront was filled with children and families,

And off the lake came a soft gentle southern breeze.

Some people came over to pet Little Brushwood,

Making the day at the beach just that much more good.