Well, way back…when I was a young girl,
There weren’t any Malls…you see;
We had to think of things to do,
And, that was a whole lot of fun…to me!

Of course my Mom and my Gramma,
They had a whole lot to teach me;
Yes, they had all sorts of ideas…for fun,
And, fun we had…I’ll guarantee!

Sometimes we’d put on our raincoats,
And, out…into the storm we would go;
All sorts of ‘fun things’ were happening…out there,
Things that a sunny day…just wouldn’t show.

Why…there were puddles full of worms,
They had tried to make it to higher ground;
But, try as they might…they couldn’t do it,
In the puddles…they swam round and round.

Most birds would stay in their warm, dry nests,
Still…there were some who ventured outside;
Crows…for one…enjoyed the rain,
But, from people…they liked to hide!

Oh, we’d run down the slippery lawns,
And, we'd splash…in the puddles, besides the road;
Mom and Gramma were such good sports,
All these ‘fun things’…to me…they showed!

You’d think that ‘older people’ were ‘sensible’,
And, that they had put away childish things;
Perhaps they had…one day…long ago,
But, with me…their ‘child’ was reviving!

I’m all grown-up now…and have children of my own,
And, sometimes I get too busy;
Then, I remember those happy times,
The ‘child’ in me…says, “Phooey”!

“Phooey” to all of the sensible things,
“Phooey” to dry, dull routine;
Let’s go outside…do something ‘foolish’,
And, I let the ‘child’ intervene!

Don’t allow the dull and mundane,
To spoil all the fun…in your life;
Go out…have that RAINY DAY ADVENTURE,
Forget about all the worry and strife!

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November 13, 2005

Aimee Love
(LHG)