LOTR
(When did jumping in puddle stop being fun? I used to love doing it even if my socks got wet. Then, I became an adult and accidentally stepping into a puddle can ruin my day until I get home. Is it because I care about my socks and shoes being wet? Is it a sensory thing? I just can’t figure out when jumping in puddles stopped being fun.)
We never take the time
To enjoy the puddles in our way
We go around
Or rush on through
Cursing at wet socks
We never take a rest
After a pouring rain
To find the nearest puddle
And jump into its midst
With no worries in our mind
We never can remember
The last time we played and romped
As children in our galoshes
Or bare feet if we felt bold
That churned puddles in our wake
We never can return
To the joy of puddle jumping
Our role is to be mature
Forbidden to splash with glee
At least when we are watched
Legends of Windemere 
Very poignant! I remember deliberately going through puddles because they were there. Oh to remain childlike!
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Ironically, it’s pouring today.
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We have had a lot of rain here too.
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The adult world enters the practical where the kids world never ventures. Super poem, Charles.
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Thanks.
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Just yesterday I had to tell a kid not to jump in a puddle at school. But in my defense he actually was kicking water at some other kids.
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Good point. Splashing in puddles should be done responsibly.
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Your poem is terrific, and so is puddle jumping.
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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