the water sports school trip

There are those thst stand, nervously

On the edge, looking out across a bumpy lake

While others pile into canoes

Leaky, after twenty years of use.

Rafts are built with plastic barrels

Tied together precariously

With ropes and logs and other bits of trash,

Some fall in and cling to others like survivors

Of Titanic, far from here, this lake

In central England, safe and self contained.

Yet teachers still jump forward,

None wanting to on that trip that will be known

Always and forever as the one

Where a kid didn’t come back…..

I’m off on my first water sports school trip tomorrow and I’m a little bit scared. Just picture 90 crazy twelve year olds piling into a lake while attached to a blue plastic barrel. Scary, I know. Pray for me, and pray for them. I’ll let you know if we all come back in one piece.

Much Love

Rachel xx

2 thoughts on “the water sports school trip

  1. Margot Kinberg

    I hope you all have a good time tomorrow, Rachel. Fortunately, you’re a good swimmer, so no worries there. And who knows? It might be interesting to see what these kids are like when they don’t have to sit in the classroom…

    1. patientandkindlove

      I don’t plan on getting in at all. I’m standing on the side with a cup of coffee and a bag of sweets. You will not see me clinging to a raft made by any of my tutor group!

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