The Dolphin

From the island of Bali
Kilometres away,
To my home in Mentone,
In Port Phillip Bay,

He sits on my shelf
Looking up to the sky,
With a grin on his face
And a twinkle in his eye,

From the tip of his nose
To the rock where he stands,
His hand carved body
Is the colour of sand,

The memories he brings,
The good times of the past,
From when we were young,
But we've grown up so fast.