It covers our trousers,
and sticks to your shoes.
Clothes in the wash,
trainers thrown in the corner.
Mud caked on in the morning,
impossible to remove.
Dirt sodden from the boggy ground,
rain and soil.
What an awful mess.
You walk through the house
leaving a train of grubby tracks.
by Stephanie
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Comment from Kenya: this poem portrays the rainy season in which there is difficulty in walking and people are dirty. This somehow shows the hard situations in life.
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