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Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.
The seasons are changing, and it feels like winter is finally over—but spring hasn’t really started yet. Where my sister lives, people like to say they have only three seasons: summer, winter, and mud. I always thought that was a funny way to describe this in-between time of year, when the snow is melting, the ground is wet and messy, and everything turns to sludge.
So I decided to write a poem celebrating the muddy, splashy, sock-soaking season that comes right before the flowers bloom and the trees start to bud. For kids who love jumping in puddles and getting a little dirty, it might just be the best season of all!
Splash!
The snow is gone.
Outside I dash.
I jump up high
and then I SPLASH!
A spray of sludge
goes everywhere.
It cakes my clothes
and hands and hair.
I stomp around
in mucky ooze.
It soaks my socks.
It fills my shoes.
It’s such an awesome
time of year
before the signs
of spring appear.
Before new leaves
and flowers bud,
we have my favorite season:
MUD!
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Welcome to Poetry4kids. I’m Kenn Nesbitt.
The seasons are changing, and it feels like winter is finally over—but spring hasn’t really started yet. Where my sister lives, people like to say they have only three seasons: summer, winter, and mud. I always thought that was a funny way to describe this in-between time of year, when the snow is melting, the ground is wet and messy, and everything turns to sludge.
So I decided to write a poem celebrating the muddy, splashy, sock-soaking season that comes right before the flowers bloom and the trees start to bud. For kids who love jumping in puddles and getting a little dirty, it might just be the best season of all!
Splash!
The snow is gone.
Outside I dash.
I jump up high
and then I SPLASH!
A spray of sludge
goes everywhere.
It cakes my clothes
and hands and hair.
I stomp around
in mucky ooze.
It soaks my socks.
It fills my shoes.
It’s such an awesome
time of year
before the signs
of spring appear.
Before new leaves
and flowers bud,
we have my favorite season:
MUD!
— Kenn Nesbitt