Gulliver - Poem by Helen Osbourne
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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