Mud

Colin Owen
4/3/08
Young Writers Project

Mud Season

when you hit the water
it’s no longer frozen
the air is much hotter
the temperature’s risen

the snow is melting
ski season is over
soon mountain biking
is the sport to take over

you still ride down hills
at a "breakneck speed" pace
only now there is mud
when you fall on your face

your body still aches
when you are done riding
mud season has started
snow goes into hiding

Fun on a summer day
Outside spinning up mud
Using a 600cc 4 wheeling
Riding down the rode 50 miles per hour
Wheeling across the field
Hammering it throwing the mud
Energy flowing threw your body
Enjoying the day as it goes by
Leaning around the corner
In the air you see the mud flying
Never gone faster
Going to ride all day

Spring is here
With nothing to fear-
Let’s cheer- Good bye snow
Slow, slowly water will flow
And flowers will grow!
The flowers will begin to bud, in the mud.
There will be a flood of spring-
The bees will begin to sting
I can’t wait for spring to begin

Mud
gooey, dirty,
slipping, squishing, sloshing,
sneakers sopping-
trudging, sinking, oozing,
sticky, brown,
Mud

Mud

By Makenzie Baker
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

Mud.
When the snow is
all gone and
the grass is dead and
the ground is all muddy and
puddles are everywhere.
I remember when I
Was young I would slip my rain boots on and
hop in the gooey mud puddles and
I would always get stuck.
Mud was my best friend then.
Mud pies were the best.
I would have mud on my hands and
I would walk into the house and I would hear
"Get that mud out of the house!"
Those were the days
When I didn't care about getting dirty.

Mud
Look at this nasty crud
It over here
It over there
This nasty stuff is everywhere
It squishes and squashes in between my toes
When will mud season be over, no buddy knows
Every other season has something special
Winter has snow
Summer as sun
But mud season is just no fun

Squishy,
Sloppy,
Poppy,

Oh glorious mud
You squish and you ooze

Oh glorious mud
You are oh so great.

Muddy puddles are our friends
Embrace their muddiness
And dive into the smooth wonderful world of mud.

I dance with mud
Swing round and round
Twirling my dirt mound

What is happening to my mud?
It is drying out becoming a caked dry mess.

My four year old friend.
The filling in my pies.
My outdoor bath tub.
The brown mush between my chicklet teeth.
The squishy stuff in between my toes,
Shoved into my yellow rain boots.

Mud was the brown goop I smeared in your face.
You opened your eyes and I saw the sea in an ocean of mud.
You grinned your Cheshire cat smile and returned the favor.
I smelled the cool earth as you smacked it against my face.
My eyelashes fluttered open and I saw your expression.
Your face scrunched up trying not to laugh, but we couldn’t hold back.

Mud

By Emily Fariel
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

Squish, squish,
I hear
As my bare feet
Imprint the spongy mud.

Squish, squish,
I see
As my toes slowly sink down,
every step I take.

Squish, squish,
I feel
As I shiver.
The slimy, cold mud
Enveloping my feet,
the closer I get to the water.

Squish, squish,
I smell
Leftover iron
From years of dumping waste

Slick, Slimy and slippery
Steady, and still,
Sleek, Sloppy and slushy,
Smelly and smooth.

Damp and damaged,
Dark and dandy,
Dirty and dripping.

Gunky and gooey,
Grimy and gross.

Moldy and moist,
Mucky and murky,
Mushy and
Muddy.

I open the weightless green door,
Fleeing from the house.
I bounce off the cool concrete step.
Green grass laces in between my toes,
Making an odd feeling.
The gravel driveway pushes against my feet,
Making me run even faster.
Moist sand sprinkles my feet,
Like powdered sugar on a doughnut.
With a jerk,
I stop at the edge of the pit,
At the edge of the mud.
Tears fall from the sky

Slipping and sliding,
Sinking way deep.
Getting all dirty.
But we don’t weep.
Cause we don’t mind.
We do it on purpose,
Until we find,
A puddle of ook and grids.
Cause were the kids,
The dirty kids.
The little “piggies” in the mud.
Until this awesome day is done,
And we have to take a bath.

I splashed
through the crater-
sized mud puddles, running
for my life. Faster, faster, I thought,
Run faster! My breath came in short puffs.
C’mon, C’mon! I sprinted through alleyways,
Cemeteries and woods. I ran through and streets.
I ran between houses and shops. I splashed
through the crater-sized mud puddles,
running for my life.
Why did the bullies