Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Family Pull

I fell into the flooding creek,
And was being pulled underneath.
I could not swim. I was too weak.
But, then a hand grabbed me like teeth.
And Dad was there pulling me back.
And pulling Dad, there was Granddad.
I was at the end of the pack,
But not alone, and I was glad.
Together, the 3 of us made
It back to the bank and pulled each
Out of the flood waters' cascade,
Till all was in safety's reach.

A Granddad, a Dad and a son.
We're one for all and all for one.