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