On Mud pies and puddles
I remember the smell of mud pies in an asphalt puddle
Toes snuggling in the green, green grass
An ant here and there
That was the day I inked-in the lines.
No more scratching out.
No more waiting around for that long-gone miracle.
gh the cacaphony,
Toes snuggling in the green, green grass
An ant here and there
That was the day I inked-in the lines.
No more scratching out.
No more waiting around for that long-gone miracle.
After all, there's a new dream just around the corner
scampering into the cacaphony,
scampering into the cacaphony,
Wrapped in new minted leaves,
Comments
May your rainy-day, mud-puddle dreams materialize.
Blessings to all who read this.