Morning Swims

There was precious little
room for rebellion
on that southern Kentucky farm
that we grew up on
and so Paul and I chose pretty carefully.

He was three years
plus December to May
older than me
which seems a lot less now
than it did fifty years ago.

Back then, in the early bends
of summer mornings
we hid our swimming trunks
in the old tobacco barn
next to the pond.

After the milking
and before the plowing or planting,
the hoeing corn or suckering tobacco,
or the mowing, raking, baling or hauling hay,
we’d slip away for a quick swim.

Only kids could think
that water so cold it turned their lips blue
could be a fun thing to do,
keeping our splashing quiet
and our shivering voices low,

not wanting our parents to know.
But for all we did know,
they were looking out the kitchen window
away up the hill
and having a mighty good laugh

about how cold that water had to be.
There are few things more fun
than knowing more
than your children
think you know.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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1 Response to Morning Swims

  1. Brian Casey says:

    People sometimes like to say that God has a sense of humor — or He wouldn’t have created the aardvark or giraffe, or allow this or that irony in life . . . . Based on your thoughts here, I like also thinking that He smiles deeply, within Himself, because He “knows more.”

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