The Puddle 18 Friday Sep 2015 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ Leave a comment Just a large puddle But it imperfectly reflected The avenue of trees As if a painter had Painted an exact watercolour Then dragged the end of his brush Through it To create a distorted image © Caro Ness 2015 Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...