I wrote this poem awhile ago but have not posted on my blog before. I am going to write up more about our trip to NYC hopefully for tomorrow. I have been sleeping most of the day, after the busy weekend and work last night I am pooped.
I want to thank everyone who followed me along and enjoyed the pictures. Steven Anthony at No excuses, No explanation you need to get out more xx. I have since learned how to post more than one picture per post via the BlackBerry thanks to Adam at Throwing Quarters so maybe the next trip I will be more organized...
I was learning to swim,
At the age of eight,
Back in the summer of '68.
The water was clear,
I didn't think I was ready,
Mother reassured, and kept me steady.
The old castle had fallen,
The water it's moat.
Would I be able to stay afloat.
A fortnight we stayed,
In Wales on holiday.
In a Roman home made of stone and hay.
I finally jumped in,
With inflatable swimmers.
And closed my eyes to the waters glimmers.
Afraid at first,
I splashed about.
Trying to be brave and not shout.
Mother stands close,
And my sisters cheer.
The other shore didn't seem so near.
I kept on trying,
And stayed in the water.
Wanting to swim, the youngest daughter.
The moat and me,
All through the day.
And by sundown......I was swimming away.