Climbing The Hill Again
By Mrs. Scribe
I think that I shall never see
as many bellybuttons as Ye
Olde Swimming Hole has in the summer;
without the chlorine, life's just a bummer.
My kids are almost grown & gone
but I insist on hanging on.
We call this hole The Hill for cause
its crazy hijinx give us pause.
The Scribes, we host a yearly party
of 60 girls, who party hearty.
My girls, they are the Coaches Royale
and the swimmers to my kids are loyal.
For 16 summers we've been going
up to The Hill, but time is slowing.
When Una y Dos are then long gone,
will Mrs. Scribe keep hanging on?