Swimming Hole


That one memorable summer

It seems so long ago

We stayed at your family’s cottage

Down near the old swimming hole

From a tire tied to a rope

We swung from the old oak tree

The water so crisp and clear

We could even see our feet

Running down the pier

Diving in with a burst

Racing to the anchored raft

To see who’d get there first

Arriving out of breath

Onto the raft we’d climb

Sneaking kisses, exploring feelings

T’was puppy love so sublime


©2016-8-12- L.M. Giannone

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