In the marsh overwhelmed with flood.
He thought it's sure-footed and he crossed.
Before he drowns his thoughts dragged
to the bygone days how he swam with his free style
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The sudden loss of skill and vitality. Very tragic mood here. But the poem itself is alive and very skillfully done. Sandra
A poignant little write, Nimal. The aging of your strong swimmer and the flash of rememberance before the end. I like this very much. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxx