By Michael Zahn
As you crawl through fog, wind, waves and wakes,
on Cane or any other lakes,
don’t assume the boaters see you!
You might wear orange,
you might wear yella,
but you are still invisible, fella!
The boaters don’t mean to clip your ass,
but you are slow and they are fast.
So please show caution, give right of way
and live to stroke another day.Read More
By Pete Gold
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I Love Swimming
I Suck at Poetry
By Laura Cole
Foul monsters and zombies do lie down beneath
But give you no mind dear, ‘tis all but a tease
The depths, the abyss, what is down in the deep?
Do come now, step in now, we’ll put you at ease
So sheepish step I, to that watery bog
My breath is now fainting, my legs are like logs
Swam I to the take, the return to the dock
But shadow, I glimpsed it, my heart it did pause!
What horrors! My mind shrieked, so quickened my pace
How foolish, oh death! Why swim I in this lake?
Then suddenly, glory, stare I it, in the face!
Restore now my steps to the friendly estate
Return, yes, shall I, til the succeeding day,
To battle the monsters of Lake of the Cane