O, pool, so calm and peaceful now,
Whence soon a swimmer's dream will make
So cooling, quiet underneath
Yet heavy, heated, overtake
My hours, as I sit and view
Could you be my refuge too?
Engulfed by air of laden breath,
Sweat beads running down my spine,
Oh, I could honor what you give
If only I could call you mine
To enjoy, alone, with only me.
Alas, it isn't meant to be.
I'll sit, encourage, praise, and cheer
While others do your gifts partake
Red-faced, longing for a breath
Of outdoor freshness. Can you make
My child's efforts all pay off?
If so, I'll ne'er again breathe a scoff.
(This is totally reminding me of high school English class... I wasn't good back then, either. It seems unfinished, yet will have to do, since my time is GONE.)
So I'm off to a long afternoon/evening at the League swim meet, then back there again tomorrow for relays in the finals. Here's to humidity, the smell of chlorine, crowded sitting areas, and scantily clad girls who look much better in a swimsuit than I do.
Good Luck, Shilo!
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