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Walking on water
I sit and I float,
In the cold, blue water
Behind the boat.
The skis on my feet heavy,
I tightly hold
On the hard handle,
Barely ready.
I start to feel the rope,
The only thing
Keeping me from floating away,
Trying to escape my grasp.
So I hold on to the bar,
With all my might,
I straighten my knees,
And I take flight.
The waves hit my feet
In quick succession,
Like bullets from a gun,
Trying to teach me a lesson.
Now I see my surroundings,
Lots of houses and trees,
I get a good look,
As I balance on my skis.
We turn one final corner,
And I fall down,
Swim back to the boat
Probably looking like a clown.
Back on the boat,
I say “that was fun”
My aunt replies,
“It has only begun.”
I sit and I float,
In the cold, blue water
Behind the boat.
The skis on my feet heavy,
I tightly hold
On the hard handle,
Barely ready.
I start to feel the rope,
The only thing
Keeping me from floating away,
Trying to escape my grasp.
So I hold on to the bar,
With all my might,
I straighten my knees,
And I take flight.
The waves hit my feet
In quick succession,
Like bullets from a gun,
Trying to teach me a lesson.
Now I see my surroundings,
Lots of houses and trees,
I get a good look,
As I balance on my skis.
We turn one final corner,
And I fall down,
Swim back to the boat
Probably looking like a clown.
Back on the boat,
I say “that was fun”
My aunt replies,
“It has only begun.”
I sit and I float,
In the cold, blue water
Behind the boat.
The skis on my feet heavy,
I tightly hold
On the hard handle,
Barely ready.
I start to feel the rope,
The only thing
Keeping me from floating away,
Trying to escape my grasp.
So I hold on to the bar,
With all my might,
I straighten my knees,
And I take flight.
The waves hit my feet
In quick succession,
Like bullets from a gun,
Trying to teach me a lesson.
Now I see my surroundings,
Lots of houses and trees,
I get a good look,
As I balance on my skis.
We turn one final corner,
And I fall down,
Swim back to the boat
Probably looking like a clown.
Back on the boat,
I say “that was fun”
My aunt replies,
“It has only begun.”
I sit and I float,
In the cold, blue water
Behind the boat.
The skis on my feet heavy,
I tightly hold
On the hard handle,
Barely ready.
I start to feel the rope,
The only thing
Keeping me from floating away,
Trying to escape my grasp.
So I hold on to the bar,
With all my might,
I straighten my knees,
And I take flight.
The waves hit my feet
In quick succession,
Like bullets from a gun,
Trying to teach me a lesson.
Now I see my surroundings,
Lots of houses and trees,
I get a good look,
As I balance on my skis.
We turn one final corner,
And I fall down,
Swim back to the boat
Probably looking like a clown.
Back on the boat,
I say “that was fun”
My aunt replies,
“It has only begun.”
I sit and I float,
In the cold, blue water
Behind the boat.
The skis on my feet heavy,
I tightly hold
On the hard handle,
Barely ready.
I start to feel the rope,
The only thing
Keeping me from floating away,
Trying to escape my grasp.
So I hold on to the bar,
With all my might,
I straighten my knees,
And I take flight.
The waves hit my feet
In quick succession,
Like bullets from a gun,
Trying to teach me a lesson.
Now I see my surroundings,
Lots of houses and trees,
I get a good look,
As I balance on my skis.
We turn one final corner,
And I fall down,
Swim back to the boat
Probably looking like a clown.
Back on the boat,
I say “that was fun”
My aunt replies,
“It has only begun.”
I sit and I float,
In the cold, blue water
Behind the boat.
The skis on my feet heavy,
I tightly hold
On the hard handle,
Barely ready.
I start to feel the rope,
The only thing
Keeping me from floating away,
Trying to escape my grasp.
So I hold on to the bar,
With all my might,
I straighten my knees,
And I take flight.
The waves hit my feet
In quick succession,
Like bullets from a gun,
Trying to teach me a lesson.
Now I see my surroundings,
Lots of houses and trees,
I get a good look,
As I balance on my skis.
We turn one final corner,
And I fall down,
Swim back to the boat
Probably looking like a clown.
Back on the boat,
I say “that was fun”
My aunt replies,
“It has only begun.”
I sit and I float,
In the cold, blue water
Behind the boat.
The skis on my feet heavy,
I tightly hold
On the hard handle,
Barely ready.
I start to feel the rope,
The only thing
Keeping me from floating away,
Trying to escape my grasp.
So I hold on to the bar,
With all my might,
I straighten my knees,
And I take flight.
The waves hit my feet
In quick succession,
Like bullets from a gun,
Trying to teach me a lesson.
Now I see my surroundings,
Lots of houses and trees,
I get a good look,
As I balance on my skis.
We turn one final corner,
And I fall down,
Swim back to the boat
Probably looking like a clown.
Back on the boat,
I say “that was fun”
My aunt replies,
“It has only begun.”
I sit and I float,
In the cold, blue water
Behind the boat.
The skis on my feet heavy,
I tightly hold
On the hard handle,
Barely ready.
I start to feel the rope,
The only thing
Keeping me from floating away,
Trying to escape my grasp.
So I hold on to the bar,
With all my might,
I straighten my knees,
And I take flight.
The waves hit my feet
In quick succession,
Like bullets from a gun,
Trying to teach me a lesson.
Now I see my surroundings,
Lots of houses and trees,
I get a good look,
As I balance on my skis.
We turn one final corner,
And I fall down,
Swim back to the boat
Probably looking like a clown.
Back on the boat,
I say “that was fun”
My aunt replies,
“It has only begun.”
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This is my poem about my first time water skiing.