The Mud Puddle Dance
Tap. Tap. Tap.
My shoes start clicking
In a mud puddle, at first only the edge.
Stamp. Stamp. Stamp.
My lacy white Sunday school socks are getting all spotted now.
With pure mud puddle glee.
Jump. Jump. Jump.
My legs have splashes of water up to my knees.
What a wonderful day to accidentally find a mud puddle!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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