mud-soaked.

Standard

finding the mud was such a delight

starting out slow

checking how deep it was with a stick

walking, then running, then jumping, then splashing

only one ‘quicksand’ victim who we unstuck

boots dumped out after

filled with water dirt wood chips, rocks, sticks and unknown mushy things

ending with

a pair of mud-soaked socks

drying in the sun

and so much tired fun.

” mud is the most poetical thing in the world.”

-reginald horace blyth

 

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  1. I’ve almost, but not quite, reached the age when one slowly starts returning to that childlike … feeling.
    I’m starting with the alphabet:

    A asking questions that drive adults crazy.
    B bothering adults when they’re busy.

    M (will definitely include mud.)

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