Excellent a poem Worlds : Whale World 8 by Bill Schott

We climb upon the rusty whale's back not the tremendous beast I knew in youth the chilly pools once fed by crispy pipes now worn and pitted holes reflecting heat Once a dime would buy our whale ride a romp about this monster metal slide in summer heat we'd frolic hour by hour imagining behemoth's peerless power Today, however, beached here in the desert faded blue and primer gray I've found what swelled our nautic minds and filled our days splashes only echoes of that splendid time   Author Notes Thanks to HelloKitty2013 for use of the artwork.

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