Cool Waters Poem by Meg Harrison

We were splashing up water
that looked blue but now it turns clear.
I used a ball which slided across the water
also it skimmed the top as it flew.

My nephew always asked me to play Marco Polo
Even though we are alone and I am solo.
I am Marco Polo first, I hate pretending I am blind.
He does not yell loud and I bump into the side.
I kept my eyes closed and He told me that I was peaking.
It is my nephew I am seeking.
So I can tag him and get out of this ridiculous game.

Maybe we can do laps or have relay race.
I love kicking my legs and feeling the water instead of the wall.
He say we should swim like a dolphin I hate this style you look like a hunchback about to fall.

Now we have to see who can stay under water the longest.
Luckily this is not solo we are under together.
He wants to see who is the strongest.
I like staring at him holding his breath and grabbing his nose to keep the water out.

We are both kicking are legs.
I feel like an octopus so let me out.
Until I come up and shout.
You won now the game is over.