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.