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In The Puddles
(25th March 1943 / )

In The Puddles

Rain bashing, rain crashing,
In the puddles, children splashing,
Mother's tongue has started lashing,
Everyone is wet!

Rain slopping, rain stopping,
In the puddles, children hopping,
Mother's hands have started mopping,
Everyone, I bet!

Sun waking, sun breaking,
In the puddles, children quaking,
Mother's arms have started shaking,
Everyone, she'll net!

Sun applying, sun drying,
In the puddles, children crying,
Mother's breath is now a sighing,
Everyone's upset!

Sun gleaming, sun scheming,
In the puddles, children steaming!
Mother's smile, now is beaming,
Everyone's her pet!

© Ernestine Northover

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Comments (6)

I really like this one especially the snappy 4th line of every stanza and they're all rhyming.
Very nice ending and a good variety of descriptions for the sun and lots of action.
Oh Ernestine, I have tasted nector before but I can't remember it being as sweet as this.It's an amazing piece of heart warming poetry.The flow was fantastic and you have the poets gift.Love Duncan
Quite a combination of -ings. It takes a great writer to have sound and subject matter so beautifully wedded. Susie.
Ernestine, I think your rhymes are pretty tight here, the repetition and variation, as well as gradual thematic progression, make it an enjoyable and 'worldly-wise' poem for me!
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