By Barb Abney
During a year of swimming across Lake Cane,
We see the moon and planets wax and wain.
Pollen comes and pollen goes,
For many swimmers right up the nose.
Spring and summer bring more daylight,
But some prefer the winter’s night.
The people change throughout the year,
Except for Tom who’s always here.
The sun, the moon, the stars align,
to make each swim day celestially divine.