RUNNING THROUGH SPRINKLERS
A blessing found on a really hot summer’s day,
Is running through sprinklers I must say,
No one minds if children do this silly thing,
But at my age many a smile it does bring.
For I am not young any more that all can see,
In fact I am a rather eccentric young at heart granny,
Even in a dress a sprinkler is not at all safe at all,
If I am around and the heat drives me up the wall,
If the grandchildren are with me all is well
But my own folks think I’m crazy, I can tell.
It started in the summer of nineteen seventy three
When we came to Canada, of English rain now free,
There had been no rain and one day a week we could water
Lawns, everyone ran through sprinklers every son and daughter,
Every parent and that is when this craze for me began,
Now they have to catch me and tie me up if they can,
For on a hot day some longing deep down within
Wants the cooling water to soak me to the skin.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 30 May 2004