Sprinkler Dash
walked the neighborhood the other day
said hello to a young man
he moved a hand sprinkler around his yard
as I watched the water flow
back and forth
back
and forth
back
and forth
I yearned to put on my swim suit and dash through the
spray
oh such a treat when mom conceded to our pleas
my brother and I had such a splendid time
leaps, bounds, cartwheels, and silly dances
giggles rippled as the water cooled
our bare feet, arms, and legs
now I stand and watch a young man move a hand sprinkler
around a front yard, no kids in sight
except this big kid who took off her sandal
stuck her foot into the spray
and giggled
One can get away with anything when you are a child, yet to do that as an adult you would get some funny looks I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
and then who cares?
DeleteWe all should let our inner child out to play once in a while. :) Sweet poem, Joanne. It brought back some fun memories of my own childhood too.
ReplyDeletethanks. Through our poems, I often think we had similar childhoods. Have a good weekend
DeleteAlways fun to get s bit of a cold splash from a garden hose.
ReplyDeleteBetty
more lukewarm here in TX
DeleteHave to be childish and go play, helps sometimes when one has kids, they are a good excuse to play away.
ReplyDeleteexactly. I had extended childhood since my sister was 10 years younger
DeleteThat's why I wish my grandkids lived closer. You can also get away with a lot of silly stuff when you have a couple of youngsters along. Like running through a sprinkler with your clothes on! Great poem!
ReplyDeleteSurprise a neighbor and dadh through. What the heck
DeleteIt was always quite refreshing to jump in the sprinkler, although growing up on Cape Cod I had easy access to plenty of salt water beaches and my aunt's pool. But there were more than a few times I came home from my chambermaid job during the summer and walked right into the sprinklers and stood there, much to my dad's amusement.
ReplyDeletePlaying in the sprinkler was a common thing when we lived in Maryland, but water is MUCH more expensive in Georgia. Our kids had to be happy with water balloons and swimming pools.
ReplyDeleteBut your sweet poem took me back. I wouldn't have been able to resist that water, either. Then again, my problem isn't letting my inner child out once in a while; it's getting her to go inside where she belongs!
have a super weekend. If you wanta do something, DO it! :)
Sounds like fun. Why should kids be allowed and not adults? Stay young, Joanne :-)
ReplyDeleteOh yeah. Trying to
DeleteLove it! Brought back memories of my own youthful splashes in the sprinkler! Great days.
ReplyDeleteGlad to evoke a memory
DeleteLove the "back and forth." Great visual using words!
ReplyDeleteThanks. You know what I mean!!
DeleteLove the "back and forth." Great visual using words!
ReplyDeleteGood for you. I watch the kids in our downtown Plaza have so much fun running through the big water fountains. I've wanted to join them. I've splashed water on my face instead. (That wet t-shirt thing would be a bit R-rated for a family friendly Church going town).
ReplyDeleteHave a nice weekend, Joanne.
Oh the heck with it. You are petite. Dash in and out! Have fun
DeleteThat's a lovely poem. I remember doing that as a kid. We had a huge front yard and all the kids in the neighborhood would come--it was such fun.
ReplyDeleteYep. Sprinklers attracted a crowd
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