I am Gulliver and this pool is my ocean.
I stride across the shallows with determination.
Lunge again and again to strengthen old knees.
Hard work made more pleasant by the cool lick of water.
The children see an old woman. Fat. Feeble.
Marching with great care afraid to fall over.
Working old legs in the gentlest way possible.
I don't care.
The child inside me says I am Gulliver,
and this pool is my ocean to conquer.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh! i'll bet a swimming pool; at first i thought of a pool in a stream i guess. you go, " Gulliver'! to MyPoemList. a FINE poem. i was born and raised in zip 14456, though zips did not exist at my birth. 14456 is 'Geneva NY" . i worked years in Rochester. so maybe we were (almost) neighbors? to MyPoemList bri :)