Puddle Jumper

I can leap tall buildings,

With a single bound.

All the while keeping,

My feet on the ground.

 

With a switch and a swirl,

The world disappears.

Wait just a moment,

And it all reappears.

 

Trusty old rain boots,

Keep my feet warm and dry.

As this silly old girl,

Likes to stomp on the sky.

 

The rain leaves a world,

Just at my feet.

Another dimension,

New marvels to meet.

 

A child’s imagination,

Is a joy to behold.

In a simple old puddle,

More wonders unfold.

 

When the rain leaves a gift,

Don’t ever walk by.

Take just a moment,

And let logic defy.

 

 

The accompanying photograph was provided by Dan over at nofacilities.com. He and Maddie are most generous with the fruits of their walks. Thanks Dan!

 

 

 

32 thoughts on “Puddle Jumper

  1. Murphy's Law

    Love this! Love this! Love this! Puddles and rubber boots were the best fun I had as a kid! I don’t do that anymore. 😡 Why the hell not? Gotta rethink that. At my age, maybe I should be revisiting some of my childhood antics…..you know, while I can still remember what they were!

    Thanks for the fun walk down Memory Lane!

    Hey! I’ll hang on to your wheelchair for support and push you, and you take my cane and whack those puddles into tomorrow. It’ll be fun. We might even appear on YouTube!! lol!
    Ginger

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  2. Mark Lanesbury

    Ah dear lady, the things that can be found, hidden, imagined, created, splashed and skied upon in those delightful bodies of water is eternal. Our bodies are made up of 60% water, and look at what we can do with that 😂 🤣

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