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River Swim

Hold tight little one, the shoulders
not my throat, remember the surf !
yes, that was the waves I know.
It matters not
a river’s chop can do the same
and should I gag and flounder
all our plans are lost today.

A simple Breaststroke will gain for us
a footing on that farther shore.
Between my teeth, the tools of play
a plastic bucket in a bag and a spade,
no hurry, watch the ripples.
There’s time enough to build
our castles in the sand.