>Micheline Mason

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She was wearing Wellington boots
With bright stripes of red, black, orange and white
Made for jumping in puddles
And she had found one
A big one
Deep and dark and muddy
Just waiting for her
But her family were in a hurry, already walking away
“Anna, come on, it is time to go!”
Anna did not follow
She was completely enchanted by her study.
Stepping slowly into the deepest spot
She watched the water ripple away from her feet.
She stepped forwards.
More ripples appeared and disappeared.
She turned and kicked at the water.
Thousands of droplets
Showered the path
Leaving black dots shining in the sun.
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1 Response to >Micheline Mason

  1. s.A says:

    >She was wearing Wellington boots
    With bright stripes of red, black, orange and white
    Made for jumping in puddles
    And she had found one
    A big one
    Deep and dark and muddy
    Just waiting for her

    But her family were in a hurry, already walking away
    “Anna, come on, it is time to go!”

    Anna did not follow
    She was completely enchanted by her study.
    Stepping slowly into the deepest spot
    She watched the water ripple away from her feet.
    She stepped forwards.
    More ripples appeared and disappeared.
    She turned and kicked at the water.
    Thousands of droplets
    Showered the path
    Leaving black dots shining in the sun.

    But her family were impatient to be moving on.
    “I’ve told you already. We will leave you here if you don’t come now!”

    Anna closed her ears.
    She was enthralled by her study.
    She turned and kicked the other way
    Harder
    But into the grass so as not to splash the passers by.
    Stepped into a second puddle
    In the grass
    Muddier
    Squelching deliciously beneath her stamp
    Now one foot, now the other
    Sinking and sucking at her boots
    She held up her skirt
    And ran laughing through the puddle

    “Anna!” The voice got louder, angrier,
    “Come on this minute!”

    Anna looked down at the water.
    She was transfixed by its’ secrets.
    She turned away from the insistent calling.
    A figure came chasing
    She ran away, round the edge of the puddle
    Just flustering the water all around
    He snatched her out of her enquiry
    Swung her under his arm
    Her wet boots flailing at the sky
    Wailing and beating her fists
    She is marched away from her puddle
    And her joy in learning
    In her own time

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