Poetry at the Post: It’s Pool Time! Yes!

The Wading Pool
BY GEORGE BILGERE
The toddlers in their tadpole bodies,
with their squirt guns and snorkels,
their beautiful mommies and inflatable whales,
are still too young to understand
that this is as good as it gets.

A day at the neighborhood pool screams summer. Everyone’s in a good mood. The kids are electric; the parents can chill; and the singlets’ skin glow.

Born in 1951, George Bilgere has been called the baby boomer’s poet. You can watch a video of Bilgere talking about his poetry here.

Update: I forgot! I even have a poem with a swimming pool.  Here is an excerpt from “Afternoon Tea at the Four Seasons Hotel
Budapest, Hungary.” If I ever get it published, I’ll post the whole poem. #searchingforapublisher

…That was the summer

I ate Mars bars and chips. I tanned

at the country club pool while a girl
with red hair (real) sat by the shores

of Lake Balaton ..