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!
Butterfly Sand 
Loved it, Pamela!. I too had fun stamping on the sun or the moon..x .
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It was such a thrill as a child. Even as an adult it still makes me smile and want to jump in a puddle.
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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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Like all children I occasionally misbehaved. I’d like to go back and misbehave again. Care to join me?
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Now I see why you said “wait till Wednesday” 🙂 This was wonderful, Pam. And no, puddles should never be avoided 😀
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I knew there was a reason I liked you Dale!
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I can be rather likable 😉
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It would appear that curiosity is not the only thing run amok… just add puddles.
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A perfect combination I think.
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Such a fun poem and yes, I can understand the fun of stomping on puddles. I did that too as a kid and don’t have an opportunity to do it now as an adult! Bummer!
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Sometimes we need to make our own opportunities. Can you just imagine what people would think looking at you! It might be fun.
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Fully agree🤭
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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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Life is truly the miracle.
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Really nice, Pam! Cheers to Dan and Maddie, too.
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Thanks! They really do get great images on their walks.
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Yes, they do!
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I could tell it was one of Dan’s photos. Super poem, Pamela.
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Thanks John.
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😁
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Children should be made to feel like superheroes, to a degree. The endless possibilities . . .
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Children are super and they are poised to be the heroes of tomorrow. If they have an imagination then the future is full of possibilities…
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Limitless, I tell you.
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I love puddles, Pam. You made this one come alive, and you brought back so many memories of stepping in and jumping over puddles. I love it!
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it was inspired by your many pictures of puddles. I just love them.
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I can’t resist. I love it when the puddle image is clear but the up-to-the-sky image is hazy.
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I’m a firm believer in jumping in puddles too! 😀
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It’s too bad we don’t do it anymore.
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Heh, who says we don’t? 😀
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I love that!
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Excellent, Pam! Your poem has me envisioning a puddle jump or two the next time it rains. It’s never too late or wrong to act like a child or get wet. 😉
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I love the way you think!
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