MUD DAY
I have mud on my shirt and mud on my nose,
Mud on my hips and between my toes.
I explored, I questioned, I paused, I tried—
The world was wide for my curious eyes.
I felt the texture, noticed the smell,
I stood, I stomped, I slipped, I fell.
My hesitation gave way to delight,
As joy and wonder filled my sight.
My senses danced with every squish,
Each moment messier than I could wish.
I played, I learned, I made a mess—
In muddy fun, I found success.
I’m grateful for this time outdoors,
For playful days and open doors.
Thank you, school, for all you do—
For turning mud into something new.