Come in, Come in

Not a taunt,
a plea, a cheering
the water much colder
but oh Dad, come in

Come in, Come in!
both girls shouted
needing to dive from the ladder
to build up my nerve
not walking in slowly
the chill rising
jumping in bodily

The shock only momentary
to squeals and shrieks of delight
bleeding off the day
spending moments precious
finding a way

August 6, 2011
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Making the Whirlpool

Hands behind
little hands holding
the reins of the harness
the yoke of the draft horse
pulling them around
making the whirlpool
I hear them calling,
“Come on, Daddy;
come in the pool.”
a new meaning
known now to me;
them wanting the pack mule

July 13, 2010

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Making the Whirlpool

Hands behind
little hands holding
the reins of the harness
the yoke of the draft horse
pulling them around
making the whirlpool
I hear them calling,
“Come on, Daddy;
come in the pool.”
a new meaning
known now to me;
them wanting the pack mule

July 13, 2010


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,270+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.