Pondering the Puddles

Pondering the Puddles
by john clare

When in puddles deep we once did ponder,
The images of those reflected blue.
In watery worlds revolving down under,
The birds shimmering as away they flew.

In puddles calm and transparently tranquil,
We sought to join the watery throng.
The movements of day so strange when still,
The wind in liquid trees swaying slowly along.

To puddles we ran and slipped away,
The looking-glass friends we grew to know.
A reflection growing clearer in calm of day,
The long good-bye, the yearn to never go.

When in puddles stirred from salt circling tears,
Old and broken we dimly gazed just once more.
Turn! Turn away from the rapidly streaming years,
Too soon we meet our watery friends upon their shore.