When I scurry about on a rainy day
Acting annoyed at the rain
I sometimes remember a time far away
When I viewed raindrops with no disdain
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i like it so far, but i had trouble reading the following line appropriately UNTIL i decided to read it as though a comma is/was after the word about. After prancing about back to mom we would go ..and here: Then quick to the tub with her two boys in tow..............i suggest putting she'd go after quick [or quickly] i enjoyed the story and rhyming and, especially, the last stanza. to MyPoemList. bri ;)
Nice to discover a straightforward rhyming poet I can connect with. I enjoyed your poem. I found it entertaining I shall go on and read some more. I am a Vancouver lad and moved to Victoria in 1944 at the age of 14 Thank you for your writing. a 10
Lovely poem.. nothing like the rain to bring in freshness and fun.. to bring in nostalgia of a wonderful rain drenched world viewed from a child's eye.. and now I watch my own two boyz plowing through puddles caused by a passing rain storm and I watch my frown and scowl and wonder why.. thanks for sharing
this is a nice piece of work..i support your vision..keep up the good work...
a wonderful lyrical poem about list craefreeness of childhood
I really like this poem, reflecting on our uncomplicated childhood days, when we took the time to play and appreciate the simple things life had to offer.
Delicious, fresh and fun. Keep posting, you are a great poet! I put you into my favorite list.
Wonderful poem, so well written, I remember jumping in puddles with wellies and splashing everyone, Oh, the joy of being young.
AH! Reminds me of the poetry my mom read to us as kids! You have no idea the joy your writing brings to me! Well done!
Very good one Dick - and yes, I agree, when we were young the weather didn`t seem to be such a big issue, but now I find the rain to be an annoyance (and we get plenty of it here in GB! !) . I suppose we should appreciate it more and how vital it is for our existence, especially when there are countries where they suffer from a lack of it and don`t have clean water to drink.
I remember those days when I never withdrew From the raindrops when they came a calling..childhood memories and our love of nature in childhood and how we perceive nature as we grow up......... a fine contrast and a great theme.. lovely poem dear poet. thank u. tony