Learning to Swim-A true story
I was learning to swim,
At the age of eight,
Back in the summer of '68.
The water was clear,
I didn't think I was ready,
Mother reassured, and kept me steady.
The old castle had fallen,
The water it's moat.
Would I be able to stay afloat.
A fortnight we stayed,
In Wales on holiday.
In a Roman home made of stone and hay.
I finally jumped in,
With inflatable swimmers.
And closed my eyes to the waters glimmers.
Afraid at first,
I splashed about.
Trying to be brave and not shout.
Mother stands close,
And my sisters cheer.
The other shore didn't seem so near.
I kept on trying,
And stayed in the water.
Wanting to swim, the youngest daughter.
The moat and me,
All through the day.
And by sundown......I was swimming away.
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Ah yes. Swimming. How I do love thee :)
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Nice poem. I remember learning to swim. I never was very good at it and still am not, but at least I can keep myself afloat for a little while. This captures the experience well. :)
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ReplyDeleteThere's a rock pool we go to sometimes; it's where I learnt to swim and every time we visit I can can see myself as a little child with my parents hovering. Your poem brought back the same memories.
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ReplyDeleteYou had me at "Vodka". Obviously.
And I enjoyed the poem, as well.
PMT
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Rock pools are great, Sue. Yeah, I know PM. Thanks for your guest blog..
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine the joys of Vodka and that goes for swimming too...funny, considering the fact that we are a country with long coastlines and few of us actually learn to swim.....liked the words especially the last para...
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