“That summer I was 11”

Summer Poem

Swimming every day,
Out in the pond; in the hot summer sun.
Me and my best friend,
My brothers and sisters too.
Mom watches us, till Dad’s home from work.
He takes over; we can finally take our life jackets off.
Mom goes by the house to cook hamburgers on the grill
Locks little kids in the gate with their baby pool.
All having fits; they wanna swim with the big kids.
Competitions for who could jump the furthest,
And the biggest splash; Dad being the judge.
So much fun.
Me and my best friend grab hands, jump off the dock together.
Climb up the ladder; run and jump off one after another this time.
Backwards jump, twirl, cannon ball.
Swim to the middle with boogie boards,
See who can stand on theirs longest.
Then we’d attempt swimming to the bottom, bringing up muck as proof.
Time to dry off; go in the gate with the other kids,
Swing on the swings for a few minutes; then come in for dinner.
What fun days; that summer I was 11