Lost and Found at the City Pool
A towel, some shorts, a pair of shoes
Lifeguards are surprised by what they find.
A thermos, T-shirts, soggy suits
The kids leave these things behind.
At the end of the day, swimmers go home.
What’s left is gathered and hung to dry.
A fence becomes a lost and found,
an odd exhibit to passersby.
“Careless kids,” their parents say,
but I think they’re just carefree.
A forgotten towel doesn’t mean that much.
Kids are kids. That’s how they’ll be.
There'll be plenty of time in days ahead
to keep track of this, and that, and the other.
Now’s the time to have some fun.
Sit in the sun.
Splash a bit.
Make a memory with your brother.
18 comments:
Another great poem Daisy! It is funny to think about leaving some of these things! Hope your week is going great!
A great poem Daisy! Reminds me of when we use to go swimming when we were kids. So much fun!
(( big smile ))
Oh---you did another one.... LOVE it, Daisy..... Yes--we all need to make memories, whatever we do!!!!!
Thanks so much for another great poem.
Hugs,
Betsy
Cute post, Daisy! It reminded me of those happy days of youth!
Hi Mildred! Thank you. I hope you're having a great week too! :)
Thank you, Susie! I have some very good memories from going to the pool as a kid too. :)
Hi Speedy! :-D Big smile right back at you.
Thank you, Betsy! I'm glad you liked it. Hugs to you too. :)
Hi Dorothy! Thank you. :-)
That took me way back, to when my kids would leave things..and oh the sweatshirts they would leave at school....spring and fall were the seasons that ate sweatshirts, cool in the morning, hot in the afternoon and they would come off...to be left behind Loved your poem. And the photo too.
Very clever idea - to hang it all out on the front fence!
Sandy, my boys did that too. They'd leave the sweatshirt behind in their locker at school. Usually last day of school when they'd have to clean out their lockers, they'd bring them all home at once! HA! :)
A. Joy, I always thought they were clever to do that too. Anyone who forgot something could still come by and get it after hours that way.
Great poem Daisy. !
Could be a finders keepers fence . ha
HA! Jen, that's true, and maybe it wouldn't work in a big city, but it seems to work here. Although, most of it doesn't look much like keeping to me anyway unless it is something that already belongs to you. :D
Daisy, you are one AMAZING woman! Love your poetry. Max is a cutie ...
TTFN ~ have a wonderful summer weekend ~
Hugs, Marydon
Amazing? I am? HA! Thank you, Marydon. You're very sweet. Have a great weekend! :)
Love your poem and its carefree mood! Great pic, too!
Hi Glenda! Thank you for visiting here and commenting. I'm glad you liked my poem. Thanks! I hope you have a nice Sunday. :)
This is great, Daisy! I know someone (ahem, who shall remain nameless) who leaves a trail of things in his wake. Not exactly careless, just eager to move on to the next activity.
Thank you,Diana. It sounds to me like he is just focused on the goal ahead. :-)
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