Old rope creaks,
golden air hums,
tyre circles wide.
Sun warms hands,
dog waits close,
guardian at his side.

Dust storms rise,
tail thumps joy,
summer cannot hide.

He swoops low,
teasing his friend,
laughter bright as coins.
Dog barks back,
mock outrage shown,
bounding as he joins.

Grass wave’s part,
soft summer breath,
the moment gently enjoins.

Higher he drifts,
mind roaming far,
childhood’s endless sky.
Barns whisper tales,
promises drifting high,
dreams that never die.

Dog watches still,
world small, complete—
boy, rope, tyre.