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:TwitterFacebookLinkedInEmailPinterestLike this:Like Loading...