Wet paws

by Jem Croucher

It was quite damp in Obi’s field
near Ashurst, Sunday last
the rain came down like stair rods
and the sky was overcast
the ground was rather sodden
more marshland than a field
the penalty for being
in the flat of Sussex Weald

There were puddles deep as rivers
round the bases of the tree
and I’m glad that we wore wellies
as the depth came to our knees
But we enjoyed the squelching
and Obi had his run
as up here at the Houndie House
we always have some fun

©Jemverse

 

One Comment to “Wet paws”

  1. It sounds so British! I love it!! ❤

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