Picture poem

Our poor baby got to sit in his new wading pool only just long enough to know he really liked it.

Baby Pool

This morning voices sang to you
As you stood and danced
On your Daddy’s lap

This afternoon in your new pool
You sat and danced
And learned to splash

Then the winds changed and howled
We picked you up
And ran you inside

The distant thunder galloped closer
Lightning crashed, rain slashed --
Wild summer storm