As the summer ends in a mere two weeks, I want to share two poems I wrote while sitting at our public pool with my oldest grandchildren. My time brought back many memories of my own children there and created new ones with their children. And it wasn’t so long ago that I was doing the splashing while my great grandfather sat in the shade watching our memories.
POOL POETRY
Splashing chemicals amplify vocal fun
In the rectangle water splendor of the blue depth
Space invaded by towels and bragging youth
I glimpse with a longing to a fleeting peace.
As I sit being the adult in a comfortable blue chair
Trying to squeeze a few words out
Between voices of hello, inquiry, or joking
I reflect that that was once me.
When I was full of mischief and wonder
And I enjoyed every moment of it—even now.
PUBLIC POOL YOUTH
They gather in groups
Gossiping, judging, and peering outward
Laughter speckles their words
Motions are meant to draw attention
Embarrassment high, manners forgotten
They fight each other with a new-found rebellion
Words carry out to adults laced in challenge
But a voice of reason tampers that down
Energy high
Expectations higher
Egotism highest
In a broken-up conversation with unmatched replies
All in adolescence wonder…
Are public pool activities of the youth.
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Embrace your inner child with a book of poetry! D.L. Finn
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