In Just by e.e.cummings

in Just-

by: e.e. cummings (1894-1962)


IN Just-


spring when the world is mud-


luscious the little


lame baloonman

 whistles far and wee


and eddieandbill come


running from marbles and


piracies and it's


spring


when the world is puddle-wonderful


the queer


old baloonman whistles


far and wee


and bettyandisbel come dancing

 from hop-scotch and jump-rope and


it's


spring


and


the

 goat-footed


baloonMan whistles


far


and


wee




The temperature here has been warming up the past few days. Today was in the 50's! Sunshine has been abundant. I'm grateful it is truly beginning to feel like spring. But all the ice and snow in my back yard? Now turning quickly to mud. Muddy, mucky, wet, dirty MUD. I have four dogs hooked to runs in that said backyard. Four fairly LARGE, farily energetic, dogs who are VERY eager to see me at 3:30 every day, after spending much of THEIR day running around and through those puddlewonderful, mud-luscious spots in the yard! . So, mud? Not really my favorite. But ... who can resist words like "mud-luscious" and "puddle-wonderful" ? Not me. My favorite spring time poem. If my dogs can't resist the mud, I might as well embrace it, and all 16 muddy paws, too!!  :)