True Love

Occasionally memories of distant days pop into the present. Wearing my wellington boots the other day took me back to rosy thoughts and my favourite wellies.  

I love my wellies

Even though they’re cold in winter

     And hot in summer

I love my wellies

     Because they’re good in puddles

Muddy fields

     And long wet grass

I love my wellies

     Even though they rub my heels

Chaff my toes

     And curl down my socks

I do love my wellies!