Such Fun

It was such fun to jump in autumn puddles,

that made mud spatters on my red wellies 

and pale, sun starved legs,

in weather too wet to kick up the leaves

that lay swept soggily into piles.

And when winter came, such fun 

to leap into snow drifts 

that came over the tops of my red wellies

and my extra socks

as I tested the deepness of the snow 

and the slipperiness of the ice slide.

Come the summer rain, I tried on my red wellies

but they had grown too small or me too large,

so I got my feet wet when I jumped in the stream.

Such fun, but I missed my red wellies.

First published in Midnight Circus, Fall issue, EAB publishing

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