Sometimes, when you search idly for poems about Spring and mud, magic happens.*
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*And sometimes, that magic is followed by half an hour of swearing at Microsoft Paint and Picture Manager because WordPress and the brainchildren of e. e. cummings aren’t interested in playing well together.
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Image of Miguel Prima, who is just clearing the last hurdle at the Young Marines Mud Run in 2009—and who has one of the best grins I’ve ever seen—is in the Public Domain.
Earful of Cider 
I studied that poem in school – always loved it. Thanks for the memories!
But you can call me Downith
I like it, too, DownithDownith. 😀
I love his poetry–he comes up with the most spectacular phrases. “When the world is puddle-wonderful,” indeed.
He does—and interesting word-placements, too!