Carpe Diem At The Park

A poem about two little girls and their adventures at the park.

Carpe Diem At The Park

 

Whirling colors of purple and gold spin round and round,

as they blur into one, my stomach starts to turn.

 

With Theresa's encouragement, finally I learn to leap

off of the merry-go-round without stopping.

I savor the taste of success, as I secretly choke down

my vomit.

 

Running in the hot white sand with our bare feet, my

friend and I head next to the red, white and blue

towering rocket ship.  Climbing the steep stairs until

we reach the top and looking out before taking a frightful

plunge down it's long slide.  Since Carpe Diem is

always are motto, we plop our chubby butts on the

slide and scream all the way down.  Screaming mostly

because the hot slide was scalding our asses

all of the way down.

 

Hearing the blaring sound of "High-Ho-Cherrio" spewing

from the ice cream truck.  We race each other

to the purple-bedazzled truck with a huge rainbow

snowball on top. It's always packed with every frozen

delight imaginable to our seven year-old hearts.

Theresa orders an orange push-pop with Fred

Flinestone smiling at her and I get a rocket pop

because it looks just like what we just slid down.

 

While eating our cold cream pops, we

head over to the monkey pits to

check out our red-butt monkey

friends.  As we throw pebbles at

them and make faces at them,

they start to make funny faces

too.  Sometimes, they throw

their poop at us and jump up

and down screaming while pointing

back at us.  Luckily not today.

 

Finally, we head for the park

pool and jump in for we

already have our bathing

suits on. 

 

After walking several times across

the pool doing hand stands and having 

several trials of who can hold their breath

the longest or who can do the most amount

of flips in a row with one breath, we decide

to conquer the diving boards next.

 

Once we had gone through performing

several perfect swan dives and cannon balls,

we muster up the courage to do our first ever

jump for both of us from the high dive board.

 

We start repeatedly begging the handsome

muscular lifeguard, if we can both do a simple

jump together from the high dive, that it would just

mean the world to us.

 

While constantly batting our eyes at him, we explain

in our most pathetic voices that we only want to jump

together because Theresa only has days to live.  Very

soon, she'll die of a horrible kissing disease. Finally, he

surrenders by blowing his whistle and has everyone exit

the pool for a 5 minute break.

 

Then he tells us we can quickly make our once in a lifetime jump,

but to leave him alone after that.  He was a little testy with us,

the heat must be getting to him!

 

We both climb up to the very top and make our way to the very

end of the board, with our hearts about to beat out of our chests.

 

We both grab each other's inside hands, as previously

planned and cross our fingers with the remaining hand.

Finally taking our journey of courage as one unit, by boldy

leaping into the air and off of the board together, while kicking

our feet and screaming our lungs out all of the way down.

 

Even though we had to lie our butt's off to that poor sucker of

a lifeguard, it was the perfect ending to the last summer day

at the park together before school begins.

Author's Note

This is a story poem. It's an account of an adventurous day my friend and I had at the park when we were little. It's a story of friendship.

Reviews

[Pritesh]

Excellent stroy in the lines of poem!well done keep writing!