Mud (Ten line challenge)

It was a Friday in late May
and it had been raining most of the day 
Fine drizzle had fallen for hours 
which was good for the grass and flowers 
As the grey clouds finally blew away 
a bright rainbow came our way 
There was no pot of gold to be found 
where the rainbow’s end met the ground
We searched and searched as best as we could 
but all we found was puddles of mud

◄ Seaside Stroll

Cup Of Tea ►

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julie callaghan

Sun 22nd May 2022 13:04

Thanks for the likes and kind comments.

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John Botterill

Fri 20th May 2022 19:48

Love it, Julie. Manages the topic expertly and your poem has a great flow!

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julie callaghan

Fri 20th May 2022 19:18

Hey curiousdud3, nice to see you are back. All good with me thanks. Hope all good with you. I have had a couple of invites from John Botterill to take on a 10 line challenge with the them of a word. I’ll tag you next time. Hope you see some of your writes soon. Strange how I manage to sum up the day as I’m in Tunisia right now. 😁 I guess I know what I’m flying home to.

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curiousdud3

Fri 20th May 2022 18:32

Hey Julie, hope you are well. This sums up the day exactly.

What's this 10 line challenge all about? I've seen a few now 😀

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