West Kirby baths circa 1960
Five in a line
in swimming trunks
in the sun.
Dad in the lead,
proud of his boys,
still the tallest (just).
We four following
in order of decreasing
age and height.
Trotting to the water’s edge,
onto the springboard in turn,
poynngg! into the air.
First three gone under,
but two of us still
airborne: phoowee!
This is tight Jonathan, with a very powerful last stanza.