Puddles

A poem by Hannah W. | 9/13/2008

They told you not to get all wet,
but who knows why they say?
you pull on a pair of boots
and skip out into the day

The day they said was gloomy,
but who knows what they mean?
all you see is wonder,
a world of gray that gleams

Gleaming with what they must avoid,
but who knows why they do?
You wish that they would listen
and finally know the truth:

That you're supposed to get all wet,
indeed, this must be true,
'cause God made all these puddles
just for jumping through!

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Sarah Michal | Sun, 09/14/2008 - 12:06pm

Ha! I love it! Fits my thoughts about puddles perfectly!
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
~William Shakespeare
The Merchant of Venice

Anna | Sun, 09/14/2008 - 2:19pm

The second stanza is so right. Why DO they say it's gloomy, anyway?

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