[stylist] here's a poem

[PAUL BAVER]

I'm no expert, but I give that a solid ten. Paul     E.
----- 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.
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> What do you think?
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>  EVENING OF SEASON'S FIRST SWIM
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> By Barbara Hammel
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> The twins and I went out to play
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> In world all wet and sparkling gold,
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> The icy water bit our skin
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> With diamond pricks of brilliant cold,
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> The freezing, sun-flecked swimming pool
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> Made one small child begin to quake,
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> His teeth began to chatter so
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> And all of him began to shake.
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> And so out to the swing we went
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> To find the warmth left in the day,
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> How diff’Rent was the breeze we felt
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> As that bench swing began to sway.
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> The dappled, yellow, sun-warmed air
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> Brushed satin-smooth against my skin,
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> The spicy green of wet, cut grass
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> Filled every breath I drew within.
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> The velvet blue of twilight draped
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> Its cooling curtain over all,
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> And through that beauty gently swayed
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> The swing and I and one boy small.
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> Through dappled, yellow, sun-warmed air
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> With just a hint of cooling breeze,
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> He shivered though it wasn't cold,
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> Beneath the shade of maple trees.
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> How different air can feel to each
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> When after swimming in the pool,
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> I feel the yellow, sun-warmed air,
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> He feels the chill, blue twilight cool.
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> While riding through the atmosphere,
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> The dappled, yellow, sun-warmed air
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> Brushed satin-smooth against his skin,
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> As breezes dried him toe to hair.
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> Then velvet blue of twilight draped
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> Its curtain cool across the land.
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> The rhythm of the swing slowed down,
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> I reached and took his little hand.
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> And through the beauty walked we two,
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> This once more warmed up boy and I,
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> Into the house and put behind
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> Such fun till sun comes back to sky.
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> F. Kennedy
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