Acrostic Poem
SUMMER VACATION
Shortly after lunch, I go swimming.
Up above, white clouds smiling.
Mother’s voice: “Be careful!”
“Mom, don’t worry,” I say, pedaling to the river.
Every time I swim, I can’t help
Remembering how I almost drowned.
Vicious water pulling me down,
Almost being choked,
Could this be death?
Air and fight leaving my body,
Tension rising to the extreme,
I desperately shout, “Help!” thrashing my arms and legs.
Oh, God . . . . Am I floating? I AM floating!
Now a bitter but sweet memory.
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