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It looks as if this year’s November verses are going to be diary entries.

November verse 2: Swimming with a two-year-old

He pushes me, says, 'Go way, Poppa!'
If I go away he'll drown.
Still, I obey. It's only proper.
Kicking, flailing, he goes down
then back up in my arms and grinning,
safe, a little shaken – winning.
Sister swims, so he will too:
skip the learning, let's just do!
The class begins: a different story.
Ring a rosy, crocodile,
wobble wobble, throw the ball:
each game a challenge, fun or scary.
Splash! We laugh and cry. We play.
We learn, it seems, just by-the-way.