Two tiger cubs were nudged along
By Mum and Dad behind,
Who never thought the water wrong,
In fact, they thought it kind...
But these two cubs not yet convinced,
Were less impressed to try,
In fact, it could be said they winced
And wanted to stay dry!
Yet in they went, head first and yet,
They surfaced quite relieved,
No longer choosing now to fret,
As if, they, too, believed...
What was this thing, so silver bright
That shone beneath the sun,
That danced around both left and right
And just how was that done?
The tiger cubs could not explain!
They did not have a clue!
But when they found so much to gain,
They swam like tigers do!
The water was then loved instead,
They thought it such a thrill,
With paws outstetched to swim ahead,
They learnt a brand new skill!
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2013.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Water Babies'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem