<i>This is my first post since the insanely challenging, yet beautifully mind-expanding experience that was #FreewriteMadness / #NaNoWriMo. Today, I'm easing myself back into the writing game with this short little poem – a brief reflection on childhood expectation and wonder – which was inspired by @mariannewest's recent writing prompt, <a href="https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-408-5-minute-freewrite-sunday-prompt-carnival">carnival</a>. Enjoy!</i> 😊

<center><h2>Wait For it to Begin</h2></center>

<div class="pull-right">https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmUYrwehBQs43pjQ9LqzqFqm36QiK5eN7U2SeL3qBc3zvb/JumpingInPuddles.jpg</div><p>Wait.</p>

Let the sun beam on your face
Lighting up puddles on the path ahead
That break and ripple under the sudden

THUD!

of your fresh new wellington boots
The ones your aunt gave you
With a smile and a squeeze of your hand

We're all dressed up for the carnival
For the tumult
The colour and noise
The spectacular sensation
That fills your young mind with wonder

Wait for it to begin.

<b>Image Source</b>
<i><a href="https://www.123rf.com/photo_36440426_boy-jumping-in-puddles-on-the-country-road.html">123rf.com</a></i>