"Forgotten Knowledge"

Imperfect mirrors of an imperfect world
The puddles right after the rain storm
Vibratory ripples from

In Dublin streets, the gutters are rivers.

Dark skies and slate grey roofs

walking hand in hand past city parks,

umbrellas

How delightful, a birthday present for me

What a surprise, I wonder just what it could be

Oh darling thank you what a lovely

Frog eyed boots.

I love my bright green Welli-boots,
with frogs eyes by the toes,
I love to jump in squishy holes,
and try get

Ponder Puddles

A dim sky and a darkened room,
The rain stops drizzling down.
From childhood delight to adult gloom;
The puddles