Ode to Crestmoor

This is my Ode to Crestmoor
And all the Little Things
That make it
Special.

The creak of the metal gate on the way in
It sounds a lot scarier then it looks
And the red dirt coating the patio.
Fresh dew cold on the grass when it's early
The shock of a cold pool first thing in the morning.
Sizzle of Pancake Breakfast
red white and blue frosting licked off noses and cupcakes on the forth of July
Suffering bruises from the insane greased watermelon contest
The heat of competition
The cold of long nights spent out under the pavilion in the rain.

But Most of all my friends
They are there when I walk in in the morning through the gate
Their flip-flops imprinted in the dirt outside
We run our feet through the cold wet dew while sitting on a towel
and push each other into the pool first thing in the morning.
We smile and laugh and help each other to five servings of pancakes
We smear frosting on our noses at the fourth of July
And never have to worry about who's your friend
And who's not
You can notice it in a smile
In the way they cheer for you at the end of the pool while your swimming your races
And even the patriotic frosting
Smeared across your nose

Crestmoor makes me notice the little things and that
Is what makes
It Special.