Swimming in the Blue Hole

Swimming in the Blue Hole

We trekked with the older boys

My friend Robert and I

North on Caney Lake Road

But only for about a mile

Then left on a twin rutted lane

Past a farm and through a pasture

Careful to walk round

And not in fresh cow poo

It was swimming we were after

Long we had known of

But not known where

Was the Blue Hole,

Now an older brother

Agreed to take us there

And share with us the secret lore

That passed between older to younger

As has been true for millennia before

Two more fences

And we reached train tracks

And took a left on the hot rails

Perhaps for a football field’s length

We came to the Blue Hole

Object of young boys tales

We stripped, we swam,

Shrieking as kids do in delight

In the cool of the water

Until there was threat of night

It's location stayed private and secret

Until a few years hence

When Robert and I took young brothers

Up Caney Lake Road

Past the farm and over each fence

To the Blue Hole