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Mud Pies

I’m making mud pies today
Between the garden rows,
The dampened silken soil
Will suckle on my toes.
And, when the sun climbs higher
My wares will turn to dust,
Nostrils flared from umber scent
I’ll walk home earthen mussed.
Want to come?

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I love a well told story. If it makes me laugh, all the better.

15 thoughts on “Mud Pies

  1. The dampened silken soil
    Will suckle on my toes.

    being an avid gardener … well, surely, I will gladly come along …. and those lines are just delicious and delightful 😀

  2. Mud pies are fun, Susan, and I like the feeling in the lines:
    ‘The dampened silken soil
    Will suckle on my toes’,
    the ‘umber scent’ and the idea of being ‘earthen mussed’! I’ll come!.

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