Monday, April 20, 2015

When Editha Goes To Swim



A calm comes over the rolling surf,
      The beating gulls cease to swim,
And the serpents rise with curious eyes
      When Editha goes to swim.
A hush comes over the noisy beach,
      They flock to the ocean’s rim;
And they linger there in the bracing air,
      When Editha goes to swim.

When Editha goes to swim, my head
      Goes swimming as ne’er before;
I envy the sand, and the ocean grand,
      And the sky and shell strewn shore.
Her suit is so scant, and it fits so well
      Her figure so plump and trim.
There’s more to be said – but I lose my head,
      When Editha goes to swim.

                                                                                                                Joe Cone                 
April 20, 1900


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