Splash

Puddles

When the rain is falling down, down, down,
With that pitter-patter sound,
I climb up in the window seat
And watch it falling.

When the wind is blowing, blowing,
I watch the puddles growing,
Filling gullies in the street
That are calling.

When the thunder is a-grumbling, rumbling,
And the lightning is a-tumbling,
I am putting on my boots
And yellow coat.

When the rain is dripping, dripping,
And the storm is done with ripping,
To the door I shoot
With my blue boat.

When the Puddles splash and splush,
And the rainspouts gurgle and gush,
I hope the water is deep
And Take a Flying Leap!

~Morgan~
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Written for D’Verse Pub, post: http://dversepoets.com/2013/10/19/the-mind-of-a-child-dverse-poetics/

32 Comments

    1. Thank you Ever So…it did for me too. It was a challenge, I must confess, keeping it simple ! (as the theme was to write a Children’s Poem)
      Blessings~

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  1. Love, love the words you chose for this. Surely children of any age will love this.
    And that picture! Did you take that photgraph? Brilliant.

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    1. Thank You Ever So! I cannot (and do not ) take credit for the amazing photo. Found it on Google Image search, but whoever took it is an amazing shot …it surely inspired me ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. If I could jump in a puddle now I would fall down ..but still laugh ! it is a fun thing ๐Ÿ™‚ I also loved making mud pies for my brother…he was my “TASTER” ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. Thank You Ever so ๐Ÿ™‚ You’ve made me rethink writing with your comment. To consider that, in writing, we capture a moment like a photograph, with words. Delightful! Thank YOU ๐Ÿ™‚

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