One more reblog about summer in Maine
(N.B.) This poem is loosely based on a boat ride I took with my sister S. and her husband, B. I say loosely, but I mean very loosely, because the only fact is that the water was so cold that after we jumped in, neither S. nor I stayed in long enough to wet the tops of our feet. Thanks, S. and B.)
Swimming in Maine
(by a woman who prefers to swim in the Mediterranean and Caribbean seas)
I sailed in a boat on the ocean.
To go swimming, I soon got the notion.
When I jumped in to swim,
In cold water so grim,
I yelled and made quite a commotion.
I climbed out, severely aghast,
And the boards were as slippery as glass.
I slipped, hit the deck;
‘Tween the cold and sore neck,
I determined this swim was my last.