Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Boy and Father by the Lake

I took the boy upon the rocks
Not far from chilly waves.
He squirmed like larva to get free;
I prepped to make some saves.
He walked and crawled with clear delight
My boy, he loves to potter.
And frequently I lunged to save
My boy from cruel, cold water.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

But apparently he did not need saving from a lemon!!!A persistent little fella.

An old codger