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Thursday, March 22, 2007
Mud Season
Watching a young citizen of Outer Podunk stomp through a supermarket parking lot in very large Wellingtons made me think of a line an old friend of mine used to use to describe this time of year: mudlicious and puddle-wonderful.
Sheryl -- thanks for reminding me of the original author.
I don't mind the mud -- of course, that's because I live at the END of a dirt road, and can get pretty much everywhere from there on pavement. When I was the age of the youngster who inspired my Deep Thought, one of my favorite things to do was capture the various aquatic insects that hang out in those springtime puddles.
I love ee cummings!
ReplyDeleteI suppose I could change my attitude toward the mud. Hmmmm, not likely.
ReplyDeleteSheryl -- thanks for reminding me of the original author.
ReplyDeleteI don't mind the mud -- of course, that's because I live at the END of a dirt road, and can get pretty much everywhere from there on pavement. When I was the age of the youngster who inspired my Deep Thought, one of my favorite things to do was capture the various aquatic insects that hang out in those springtime puddles.
in Just-
ReplyDeletespring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
I love that poem, but I must admit I wish I had the Wellies for walking in the mud here.
ReplyDeleteI'd like the wellies for my DOGS [!] who most certainly understand what mudlicious and puddlewonderful are.
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