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Hancock Springs Natural Spring Flow Thru Pool
Not the pool of this poem, but my favorite pool as an adult.
Summers at the Pool
Chores done for the day
my best friend and I
would wiggle into our
bathing suits, grab towels,
money and scrunch
toes into flip flops
Mounting our trusty
steeds (bicycles)
we headed south
to our heaven
our respite on a
hot summer day
the sparkling
Azure waters of
the local pool
Staking our claim
for the best spots
on the side
We'd check out the
lifeguard and
decide what
dives would be
our entrance
She a swan from the
high board
Me a jack knife
from the low
We made our
presence known
as we sliced through
that delicious water
the first time
Floating and
paddling till
suddenly we were
tired
scrounging money for
snacks we
headed to the
check in desk
The decision was
easy for in
those days we
always had
Korn Nuts and
a Coke
watching the corn
sizzle and float
in the bottle neck
praying this time
nothing
would fizz over
Rested and ready
to cool off again
we planned our
re entrance
our specialty
dives
Me on the high
board and my
swan
she on the low
a plain reverse
We spent our
summer days
loving the water
and sun
Turning berry
brown
The trip home
took a slight
detour
a new route
so we
could savor
shaved ice and
delicious flavors
Snow cone
choices to keep
us cool on the
long ride
eating as fast
as we peddled
but always
getting there with
sticky elbows
and handlebar
streamers
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Summer fun...pig tails flying in the wind...as we raced our bikes...down hill in the sun...wanting to be first...at the pool©
Chores done for the day
my best friend and I
would wiggle into our
bathing suits, grab towels,
money and scrunch
toes into flip flops
Mounting our trusty
steeds (bicycles)
we headed south
to our heaven
our respite on a
hot summer day
the sparkling
Azure waters of
the local pool
Staking our claim
for the best spots
on the side
We'd check out the
lifeguard and
decide what
dives would be
our entrance
She a swan from the
high board
Me a jack knife
from the low
We made our
presence known
as we sliced through
that delicious water
the first time
Floating and
paddling till
suddenly we were
tired
scrounging money for
snacks we
headed to the
check in desk
The decision was
easy for in
those days we
always had
Korn Nuts and
a Coke
watching the corn
sizzle and float
in the bottle neck
praying this time
nothing
would fizz over
Rested and ready
to cool off again
we planned our
re entrance
our specialty
dives
Me on the high
board and my
swan
she on the low
a plain reverse
We spent our
summer days
loving the water
and sun
Turning berry
brown
The trip home
took a slight
detour
a new route
so we
could savor
shaved ice and
delicious flavors
Snow cone
choices to keep
us cool on the
long ride
eating as fast
as we peddled
but always
getting there with
sticky elbows
and handlebar
streamers
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Summer fun...pig tails flying in the wind...as we raced our bikes...down hill in the sun...wanting to be first...at the pool©
Always I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all Love!
As ever, Annie
As ever, Annie
