THE HYDRANT

I didn't have the arm strength,
it took a bit of muscle to manipulate
and for a kid not easy
but we didn't care,
it was summer and all we
wanted was,to cool off
and get wet,

an open fire hydrant
gushing water at full force
was a blessing under a summer sun,

we would run to find a can,
a tin can because a soda can
would not do, aluminum to weak
to withstand the water pressure,

we would sit and scrape the lids
off the cans against the hot cement,
this alone no easy task,
sometimes taking up a full hour
of our fun because we had to
do both sides to create a funnel,

once done we would stand behind
the open hydrant and skim the can
over the water shooting out,
controlling and directing its flow
to the kids waiting on
the other side of the street,
a sprinkler of sorts

until the force of the water
took control and shot the can
across the street
to the next kid waiting
to take control.

Reviews

[John Anderson]

You are an exceptional poet, Your work warms the heart !

[Rene Velez]

Thank you John Good to see you again