Last Saturday the sun was bright. It scared away the gloom.
But Lance was in bed wrapped up tight, still sleeping in his room.
Not yet awake he lay there, green blanket draped around him,
Dressed only in his underwear -- that's how his father found him.
But Lance can take care of himself, you know he's seven years old:
He'd grabbed towel from a shelf, to shield him from the cold.
"Can't wait for June," he chattered, "and for the start of summer."
"It's June today," his father said. Said Lance, "Man, what a bummer."
"It should be warm this time of year. How can it be so cool?"
He did not know the time was near that he'd be in a pool!
When it got hot, Lance soon found, small stones he would be throwing
Back towards the fence and all around, where rose bushes were growing.
Eventually the ground was cleared; Lance was psyched and rowdy
But weather turned as some had feared: windy, cold and cloudy.
Not a problem for young Lance, his spirit undiminished
Small details can't disguise the fact: the pool was almost finished.
No bathing suit would do that eve, instead he wore a jacket
And comfy in his long shirt sleeves, with siblings made a racket.
"That's seemed a little different," he later did assert
"It was the first time I have spent swimming in the dirt!"
Later it will be all complete, the liner all installed
And water up beyond three feet, when summer sun does scald.
for now, though, Lance spends time inside, in lessons and in battle.
His Dad will some day fill the pool, when he gets back from Seattle!
