puddle on


puddle on ( a poem for wednesday etc. )

on hilltops low as whispers blow

& blackened clouds burst into song

with tingled brains & prattled chains

we float our boats to bob along

on gleaming dew in pastures moo

as hay fields wait - the grass is long

a play is staged - we turn a page

the pylons sing of knights of yon

where woodland grows & cobwebs glow

& nettle stings seem extra-strong

on bumpy daze we jingle change

& scratch our thatch 'fore hats are donned

in valleys blue we chuckle shoes

passed riverbanks as ducks quack swans

as sunshine rains on cobbled lanes

we pause for clues

then puddle on


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