Dawdle
Dad says, “What’s the hold up?
Are your legs still working?”
We can’t hear. We’re too far back
Dreaming, looking, lurking
Leaping into puddles. Leaves and stones we plunder
Examining, meandering and marvelling in wonder
Are your legs still working?”
We can’t hear. We’re too far back
Dreaming, looking, lurking
Leaping into puddles. Leaves and stones we plunder
Examining, meandering and marvelling in wonder
This poem is copyright (©) Amanda McKenzie 2025
About the Writer
Amanda McKenzie
Amanda is a children's poetry and picture book writer (between the hours of 5 and 7am). She lives on an apple orchard by the sea in New Zealand with her husband, two children and Kenzie the tortoiseshell cat.
