Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Water Boys

I fell into the flooding creek,
And was being pulled fast downstream.
I tried to swim, but felt too weak.
Up the creek, so it would sure seem.
But, then I felt a hand grab hold,
And Dad was there, pulling me back.
Actually, it was Dad twofold.
Granddad was picking up the slack.
We all 3 got back to the bank,
Splashing around, covered in mud,
And smelling like a septic tank,
Laughing together - flesh and blood.

Boys playing in waters that run,
Like Granddad, like Dad and like son.