Two rows
of boys

sitting on
their bottoms

appear to be rowing
furiously against the odds

their invisible boat
forms around them

only the rain
is for real

a bigger boy
stands out upon the prow

as if he were
legendary.

The girls
stand out

by the side
throwing kisses

and every now
and then

raising their dresses
showing off their knickers.

Time stands still
I can't tell

if I am passing
the imaginary boat
or it is passing me.

A mother calls
one of the sirens in

and she goes in
sulking.

'Ahhhh...Ma
we was only playing

Odysseus! '

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-legend-of-myth-for-ruthie/