[stylist] here's a poem

[Barbara Hammel]

I got the phrase "dappled, yellow, sun-warmed air" in my head and after 
several tries at using it, this event occurred and it just clicked.  One 
child would swim in the middle of winter if he could and the other gets cold 
very easily.
This year we're putting up a bigger pool so with life jackets on no one's 
feet should touch the bottom--though one is almost tall enough that his toes 
may.  Four feet deep will be much nicer than 30 inches for Mama when it's 
hot, too.
Barbara





Let every nation know whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay 
any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose 
any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of liberty.--John 
F. Kennedy
-----Original Message----- 
From: Judith Bron
Sent: Tuesday, May 17, 2011 8:26 AM
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Subject: Re: [stylist] here's a poem

Very good!  Is it true?  Judith
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Barbara Hammel" <poetlori8 at msn.com>
To: <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Monday, May 16, 2011 11:00 PM
Subject: [stylist] here's a poem


> Here’s a poem I wrote last year.  An abstract artist and free verse writer 
> friend of mine heard it today and loved it for the mental pictures.
>
> What do you think?
>
>
>
>  EVENING OF SEASON'S FIRST SWIM
>
> By Barbara Hammel
>
>
>
> The twins and I went out to play
>
> In world all wet and sparkling gold,
>
> The icy water bit our skin
>
> With diamond pricks of brilliant cold,
>
>
>
> The freezing, sun-flecked swimming pool
>
> Made one small child begin to quake,
>
> His teeth began to chatter so
>
> And all of him began to shake.
>
>
>
> And so out to the swing we went
>
> To find the warmth left in the day,
>
> How diff’Rent was the breeze we felt
>
> As that bench swing began to sway.
>
>
>
> The dappled, yellow, sun-warmed air
>
> Brushed satin-smooth against my skin,
>
> The spicy green of wet, cut grass
>
> Filled every breath I drew within.
>
>
>
> The velvet blue of twilight draped
>
> Its cooling curtain over all,
>
> And through that beauty gently swayed
>
> The swing and I and one boy small.
>
>
>
> Through dappled, yellow, sun-warmed air
>
> With just a hint of cooling breeze,
>
> He shivered though it wasn't cold,
>
> Beneath the shade of maple trees.
>
>
>
> How different air can feel to each
>
> When after swimming in the pool,
>
> I feel the yellow, sun-warmed air,
>
> He feels the chill, blue twilight cool.
>
>
>
> While riding through the atmosphere,
>
> The dappled, yellow, sun-warmed air
>
> Brushed satin-smooth against his skin,
>
> As breezes dried him toe to hair.
>
>
>
> Then velvet blue of twilight draped
>
> Its curtain cool across the land.
>
> The rhythm of the swing slowed down,
>
> I reached and took his little hand.
>
>
>
> And through the beauty walked we two,
>
> This once more warmed up boy and I,
>
> Into the house and put behind
>
> Such fun till sun comes back to sky.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Let every nation know whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay 
> any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose 
> any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of liberty.--John 
> F. Kennedy
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