Chicken Spaghetti

Since it’s Memorial Day weekend, my thoughts turn to beaches, pools, and swimming. Our little great-niece loves the water, and we eagerly await her and her brother’s visit in a month or two. Bring on the snacks, flip flops, towels, sunscreen, and bathing suits—and sand tracked everywhere, of course. I chose Michael Simms’ poem “The Summer You Learned to Swim” for Poetry Friday. It begins,

The summer you learned to swim
was the summer I learned to be at peace with myself.

You can read the rest at the Poetry Foundation.

For more poems, head over the the Poetry Friday roundup at Carol Labuzzetta’s blog, The Apples in My Orchard.