I would do that now, I swear I'm so in touch with the child in me;) I like dancing in the rain, playing in the sand~anything that keeps me in touch with my inner kid~ like this poem, I Loved It! got me smiling~rain

Posted: Aug 4, 2008

Mud Hunt!

Posted: Aug 4, 2008

Nixie ^_^ you have to tell me; what are wellies?
lol. sounds like so much fun. innocent fun the best kind indeed ^_^

Posted: Aug 4, 2008

And this sure is the amazing poem from u....an experience from ur childhood which took all of us with you...
I have never experienced 'mud hunt'...i used to be scared of mud....but the smell of mud when first rain drops touched them used to make me 'mad' with joy and an unknown divine feeling....i could feel the same thing while reading this...

this poem revived that serene calm feeling....as if i am there with you....and my boots is YELLOW...

Posted: Aug 4, 2008

As brilliant an image as what I ALWAYS get from your poems, the best part of it is where you say you all march behind your YOUNGEST brother, is that like sending the Canary down the mine first?

Will we be treated to a recording of you singing "Duck Hunt" anytime soon? (",)

Posted: Aug 5, 2008

Hey Nixie :) I love when a great writer writes sweet heart-warming stuff like this. This is just an amazing poem that brings a smile to my face each time I read it. You continue to amaze me Nixie. Take care, Regan

Posted: Aug 6, 2008

Wow! Just WOW! Nic, you transported me to that place and time. O for those carefree days.... And you know what, this poem played as a song in my head: the first stanza sung by you, almost in a whisper, with a gentle strumming of guitar; the second sung by one of your brothers, slightly louder and with similar music; in the third one, all of them join in, singing lustily and stomping and clamping; this would last for the first two lines of the last stanza, and then the last two lines would again be sung almost in a whisper by you with only the mildest of guitaring.

Posted: Aug 6, 2008

lovely poem . i use to play at a place we called the brick pond , we didnt have any wellies , i was 14 before i got my first pair , we played in the mud in our bare feet , i loved having it squelch between my toes . can still hear mother going potty because i'd managed to get mud in my hair , we bathed in a tin bath in front of the fire in those days . the council hadnt put bathrooms in all of our houses yet ,. mother was a demon with a scrubbing brush ,
the poem brought back so many memories .
terry

Posted: Aug 6, 2008

really liked the feeling of innocence in this. it's good to read a poem that doesn't have a care in the world, one that is happy as it goes on a Mud Hunt - whatever that happens to be - although I'm guessing this is a simple explanation to find mud!

this work appears to bounce around and I can see you splashing in puddles as you walk through Goffs Park, sliding in the mud track in the wooded area at the back.

great stuff!

Posted: Aug 7, 2008

This is really good. I'm sure that writing this brought back a lot of good memories of your childhood. Really sweet. Sorry that I haven't commented earlier, but my computer is down and I have to go to the library till I can fix it. I hope that it is soon.

Posted: Aug 7, 2008

Ah, the things that kept us busing as children. We would do the silliest and stupiest things, but we entertained ourselves. Today kids want you to entertain them and if you don't they entertain themselves with gameboys, Wii, TV...sorry for the rant. That was a cute little poem, Thanks for sharing, Ted

Posted: Aug 9, 2008

ah nixie this was great reminded me of my childhood splashing in puddles and playing on swings in the rain (a passtime which i have recently taken up again, lol). your poetry is always great reading.
snow

Posted: Aug 14, 2008

Great , i always think about things that i have done when i was a kid. A good song can bring a lot and i'm very happy for you , that it has brought you good memories.

Posted: Aug 26, 2008