Charing Cross Road, 1937 by Wolfgang Suschitzky
Puddles can be sneered at
Or ignored altogether
But the blue ribbon goes to those
Who can leap lightly as a feather....
Hyde Park, London, 1939 by J. A. Hampton
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Thanks to our intrepid poet Tess Kincaid
who posts such inspiring images!
Cheers!
Walking barefoot in the rain with you? Sounds delightful! Happy New Year ...
ReplyDeleteI've had some of my best walks jumping puddles. Grand fun.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day Kathe. Big hug to you and my very best to Miss Lucy. ♥♥♥
Short and extremely sweet I loved it! Have a nice week Kathe!
ReplyDeleteAh, the joy is to be young, and in the warm summer, go barefoot and jump in the puddles, seeing how big a splash you can make!
ReplyDeleteNothing like leaping puddles when you're young! Lovely write.
ReplyDeleteHyde park ain't gonna make it...
ReplyDeleteMy days of puddle jumping are behind me..so this was particularly fun to read.
ReplyDeleteI can almost feel the exhilaration again of leaping over one.
Oh yes, puddles are always exciting. Very nice write.
ReplyDeletewish I could leap "light as a feather" I'm more like a hippo
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i wish i could leap across them pesky puddles, but i have short legs. haha.
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I have a feeling I would get very wet feet jumping puddles.
ReplyDeleteThose are fabulous! I loved to jump in puddles when I was a kid, and I still do!
ReplyDeleteGreat post Kathe!
Nice write. :-)
ReplyDeletegreat image..!
ReplyDeleteThe art of leaping puddles - it can be difficult at times
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful leap of faith that second shot is! I love it! :) Plenty of puddles around here, Kathe. I'm off to practise! :)
ReplyDeleteI agree Kathe! Happy New Year! :-)
ReplyDeletewhoa! that is some sensible philosophy there! lovely :)
ReplyDeleteLeaping puddles can be a 'sunny' past time in grey and miserable weather. A fun poem.
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