Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
I’m fortunate where I live
That winter is not too cold
For about this time every year
It’s a swimming I will go.
I have to get back in shape
And swim some decent ks
Kilometer after kilometer
In winter’s cool embrace.
For come the coldest month of spring
I have to prove my worth
And demonstrate to them above
That I am capable in a rush
To burst through those towering waves
And swim hard to those foolish folk
That swim outside the flags.