The Swimming Pool
The Swimming Pool
By Grace Pickering, 9 years oldA green rectangle,
Wet and fun,
Five feet deep
Please don’t run.
What a dumb rule,
Don’t run, don’t run
You got to run to dive in cool.
But obey we must,
To gain our Mother’s trust.
Or we’ll sit on a chair,
And see her firm stare.
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes more,
Oh what an agonizing, humiliating bore.
I guess I should obey,
Or there I must stay,
Just staring at that rectangle night and day.

June 19th, 2006 at 1:16 pm EST
that’s so great.
June 21st, 2006 at 12:50 pm EST
What a fantastic poem. Also, glad to find your blog!
June 21st, 2006 at 12:59 pm EST
Grace is my niece … this poem is actually an excerpt from her book, The Greatest Story Book In All Of Indiana. I’m so proud of her!
June 21st, 2006 at 10:41 pm EST
sounds like something sufjan stevens could market