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The Swimming Pool

As a kid I loved to dig again and again,
holes and dirt fascinated me, I would dig like a pig.
Or like a ground hog making a den,
I would look for any excuse to dig.

I offered to dig a swimming pool
for my sister complete with concrete lining,
Cathy was excited, to wade and float in the cool
swimming pool built by her brother for reclining.

Mom consented and gave me a spot,
Shovel in hand and thoughts of digging to China,
I began to dig deeper and deeper until it got hot.
A challenge it was and I knew it would be fine.

I mixed the concrete and spread it on thick,
like making icing for a cake, smooth then hard.
It sure felt good to dig such a nice pool so quick,
how proud I was of my hole in the yard.

When my sister got in she could only stand,
and float, almost without touching the side,
There with her tube and the sides close at hand,
you see the swimming pool was deeper than it was wide!

--Hubert Crowell

2010 Hubert C. Crowell