Poetry by Sondra Kay Neiman

The Mudball

   Romp with me now, let's wallow and squirm!	
   Does it offend you to use the term
   Mudball? -- This Earth at our feet --
   Water, desert and humid peat.

   Oh joy! Let's play! Let's hike and swim!
   Let's venture upon a rocky rim
   To awe at the ocean's powerful tide
   Or exalt at the view from a mountainside.

   Wildflowers in a meadow, sweet,
   Beckon to dance with warm, bare feet.
   And when it rains we always know
   We get to chase the elusive rainbow.

   And yes, the rains -- they bring the mud,
   The slip-and-slide and murky crud.
   But think how barren, lifeless and dull
   T'would be if it wasn't a slimy mudball!                     

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