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“The Return” By Jack Bryant Tuesday, August 05, 2008, 10 p.m. Practice begins For a race to finish not to win As you sign in and get tagged A feeling of get this over was said Years come and go The strength of fellowship show Friends and family Smiles and giggles Pancakes that sizzle Sore arms and bodies A new generation follows Sitting back Getting to relax Life is good We are never misunderstood Our thoughts are the same As we all grin Anticipation of another year Not on the minds yet Just getting wet The legacy of TeamDoyle Will never spoil... |
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Untitled By DMH March 2005 It was a dark, cold and windy night The rain, the rain it stung my back like rock salt, from Farmer Doyle's shotgun Oh wait sorry, must have been dreaming there Doyle armed? could it have been those Honest Very Early Immigrant American Yards that set me off, KemoSabe? I went for the Jacuzzi & steam, but guilt made me swim 1,500 alternate breathing Leisure World yards at SCF |
Swim Haiku By DMH March 2006 When I heard the hail tapping at my window I knew it was time to swim The moon peaking from the clouds laughed at my casual 1,650 as it snowed in Malibu 031006 |
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Fish Stories By DMH June 2003 That sound you hear, is the gnashing of JD's teeth... Alan goes out on a lark, and catches more fish in one day, than our poor faithful buddy catches all last season... So much for the Dr. of Fishology, the Professor of Fishography, the Fishmeister, the Sultan of Squid, the Boss of the Barracuda, the Mullah of Mullets... swiggin beers, and castin worms, eatin dogs, and spittin out the germs... its a sad sad day not a brag nor a shout. All is quiet in old SwimVille, Mighty Johnny has cast out... |
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Untitled By Jack B. November 2002 You are never alone, We are all engraved in stone, The fellowship, The relationships, We stay together, The pool, The school, Keeps us strong, Forever young, Another session, Or obsession, Doesn't matter, Teamdoyle, Will always be, For generations to see. |
Winter Rules By DMH October 2002 It was a dark and rainy night... The mist was rising above the water. As I struggled with my drills, I looked up to see the rain drops fall. And a single bat flying round and around the lonely light standard tall. There was no Doyle to bray like some great Sea Lion. No Julie, no Jack, no Fergies no Fish. Only new surf buddy, to locker talk of waves, and Cabo to come. And young Faye... all lithe and sweet and bubbling with enthusiasm and tips and self criticism for her new found swimming. The 8:30 masters had a look of dogged resignation, and the dark surf outside my window pounds... The jets are flying low- Its really raining hard now. Is this what they call Winter Rules? |
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Are you ready? By Jack B. July 2002 Another long year, To prepare, For the day, We say, Get in the water, And swim away, The things I remember most, The weekends we toast, The swims we sometimes float, Hold coffee up high, Talk about life inside, People change as does life, We grow older usually with less strife, Learning with friends, Still caring, still sharing, The good things in our lives, Some sad things may appear, And sometimes we swear, This is a different year for me, I got snipped two weeks before Aug fourth, Dr says I can swim, Will I do it with a grin?, Maybe my slowest year yet, Doesn't matter, It's just all about getting wet, With the ones I will never forget. |
In response to Are you Ready? By Alan F. July 2002 Only in my mind, Starting 20 weeks ago, On a whim and a dare, To exercise, This aging body, Of mine, Janet said, There'd be, Chance encounters, With a mermaid or two, But it seems, Jack found them all, Who knew? All I would find, Is this motley group, Of natants, (look it up you cretins) Some came, To swim, Like Fergie and the Fish, Some came, To shoot the breeze, Like Hershey, Others came, For Doyle's remedies, Others came, Just for Julie. All joking aside and my feeble attempt at poetry, I had fun trying to keep up with you all. Good Luck and may the currents be with you. |
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Yet Another Year By Jack B. July 2001 John, Here we are again, Ready for another dare, Another race, New faces, We prepare, To fear, The best we can be, In the ocean while being free, Let me explain, So listen and don't complain, Have you asked yourself why? Why do we swim and always begin, Week after week with grins? Is it for health? For being fit and stealth, Partly this is true, The main reason is within the blue, In the water it's another world, We feel safe and not misplaced, The bond we share, Is always there, Team Doyle is rare, Not many people compare, To the friendships we have made, And they are here to stay, I remember starting Costa in '89, Then gradually new friends appear, Dave, Julie, You, Fergie, Gary, Steve(s), Joe, Fish, Weede(s), and others, Many have disappeared :(, Let's meet again August 5th, Put our caps on, stretch and not be stiff, A little dip before we start, The gun shoots and we're off... |
John's Swim By Jack B. July 2000 John Doyle knows how to swim, He often does it with a grin, When he gets out of the water, He sees who is left that followed, Is it Weede, Gary or Fish, Or someone he hasn't punished, John is an inspiration, For all us young guys who don't like fishin, When I get to his age, I often hope I will have the same courage, To get out there to compete, Keep healthy and continue to speak. John my friend, good luck again this year, Look forward to blueberry pancakes again after the pier. |
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