Muddy Sidewalks

I loved my muddy Slip'n Slide
when I was but a grungy kid,
ambitions never satisfied
until my mom would hence forbid
my setting foot inside the door.

My friends and I would slide until
you couldn't fathom who was who,
our clothing drenched in turbid swill, 
green lawn became a viscous slough
that wasn't grassy anymore.

In summer when the rain's lukewarm,
with sewers threatening to flood, 
I long to chase the surging storm,
and search for sidewalks filled with mud,
to slip 'n slide like years before. 

Published in "Aspects Long Forgotten" and "Eloquence"
by Jack Huber- All rights reserved

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