O beloved swimming pool that
I would visit when the sun in summer's
Glory held the world, whose chlorinated
Vapors 'round my head give rise to such sweet
Sentiment! Beneath thy crystal surface,
Peace divine suspends me in the water
Till the lifeguard's whistle calls me to the surface.
By Janie, Jonathan Y., and Kristina
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