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A Certain Saturday Morn

***A childhood experience where I
recall my friends and I playing  in
the rain, but we became sad when
the rain lifted***

The rain patterned dull, side the sill
  to remind the chill to rise 'neath
  the leaves;
  to station the birds in their nests 
  (the squirrels cozy in terrace boughs)
  watching the rain-drop and fall 
  in whetted breath
  a certain Saturday morn

There were pools of freshet dream-water
  spills, rubber boots filled
  with little ones of all kinds
  (aloof though children still)
  celebrating somehow, the challenge
  of new troubles;
  skipping with Autumn's feet,
  through mud and October's  puddles
  they danced, as dullards to the rain

The rain had passed, sun came at last 
  yet, now the once smiling children
  shook the warmth, off came boot and 
  coat ----
  and went on their merry way,
  sopping, dry and sad

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 2/19/2017 2:45:00 AM
Owww. Isn't rain wonderful? I live with my sister and her two small children. Rain. Puddles. Mud. Boots. Sheer pleasure :) Thank you.
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Date: 1/29/2017 12:45:00 PM
Absolutely evoked childhood memories from me my friend. When we could play in t rain it was fine, otherwise it messed up our play day. Closing verses so true.. Great poem!
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Date: 1/25/2017 12:27:00 PM
I never saw a puddle a child didn't want to stomp in.. Loved this trip down your memory lane my friend!
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Date: 1/23/2017 8:27:00 PM
A vivid peek into a reflection of your past Keith. Wonderfully written! I adore the rain. 7 ; )
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Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 1/23/2017 9:22:00 PM
Thanks Connie; I always loved the rain too...makes one think differently sometimes
Date: 1/23/2017 4:52:00 PM
Did you ever heat the song "Barefoot Children in the Rain" by Jimmy Buffet? This poem reminds me of that tune. Nice poem! Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish
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Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 1/23/2017 9:20:00 PM
Never heard the song no matt; thanks though ---- quite a compliment since the song was published and recorded!
Date: 1/23/2017 1:24:00 PM
- Evoking childhood memories, Keith - I always came home soaked ... my mother was not happy ... - A great poem - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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