Mud, mud, glorious mud,
Great for glooping and sploshing about.
So when it comes to fun
Whether there’s rain or there’s sun
Why does wonderful mud get left out?
We don’t get much snow here in Bury.
There’s no beach with golden white sand.
Quite often they say,
When we go out to play
Mud’s the only thing we have close to hand.
You can pour it, and mash it, and dig it and splash,
It’s a wonderful thing this mud, hey?
It will run like a river,
It will pile right up high
And even be moulded like clay.
You can camouflage yourself and go creeping along,
Anything you want to make, mud can.
You can wear it like a hat.
You can build a giant cat
And make mud men and cities and damns.
And when you’ve done with your fun and it’s time to go in
Mud creations don’t simply disappear.
Mud never melts like snow
It never goes anywhere, you know.
You can have mud castles throughout all of the year!
So you can keep your snow with its cold making chill
And your sand. Do you want to know why?
Because mud is fun dry or wet
And also, don’t forget,
When you’re hungry there’s always mud pies!
This is my entry to the Center Parcs and Tots 100 November challenge. If I’m chosen, I would like to visit Whinfell Forest in Cumbria. The challenge was to write an autumn poem. Our poem was inspired by the state of our garden, our love for all things muddy and Emma Tapps tips for writing an autumn poem over on the Centre Parcs blog, our favourtie of which being:
Learn from the best – Read your children’s favourite short story or poems about nature to get them excited about writing their own.
And of course by Dr Seuss and Julia Donaldson, our two most favourite of silly rhyming writers.