At The River

The ground is hard and dry, the grass is hot and covered with burrs; but I refuse to wear shoes. I look over to the water just meters in front of me, I can't wait to get in. I watch as the boat approaches and plod over to the edge of the water. It noses in and I walk into the cool water, its such a nice difference from the heat. I  dive across the top of the water and come up at the end of the boat. I climb up the back and walk up the side. Stepping on the side of the boat I pull my wakeboard from the rack and take it the end of the boat. My mum hands me my life jacket and and I put it on. I place the board on the deck at the back and pull the rope out and attach it to the pole. I sit on the sundeck and stuff my feet in the boots as my dad drives to the middle of the river. I grab the handle and jump into the water and watch as the boat slowly drifts away. The rope pulls tight. "Righto" I sing out and the boat drives off.