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Monday, July 5, 2010

Puddle Jumpers

by Jeffrey Miller

Beneath gray skies
when spring rains fall—
bulbous drops slide off
bright yellow rain slickers
cascade down pants
tucked into rubber boots.

We skip and run across
rain slicked streets and
playgrounds of our youth—
jumping across puddles
defying gravity in our
ascent and sudden,
but not splashed landing.

With youthful bravado
we turn and smile,
“Come on, you can do it.”


  1. beautiful.. simply beautiful..

  2. When the past came back, Jeffrey, the yellow rain-coat and the rubber boots are such items you may see as vivid images as ever...
    It's a really lovely poem... nice remembering of time gone far away clustered by the years!
    I can pictures these sentences… I can smell the fragrance of water pouring down the sky… as you did, picturing the lovely souvenirs of your childhood!
    Serenity to you

  3. Thanks so much Lynne and Lady Claudine for your kind comments and thanks to The Camel Saloon publishing this poem.

  4. Very descriptive, and I can see the image vividly, Jeffrey!