The Barefooter's Dilemma Where once the grass grew green and fair A road of pain and concrete steers And feet once free to feel the air In darkness rot throughout the years With leather chains our toes we bind Deforming feet and strides alike For streets be to our feet unkind Too rough and harsh for us to hike And woe to those unshod instead Who stride against the status quo For though their feet do lightly tread The shackled ones no mercy show Insisting on their mindless rules So lound they squeal in fear of glass But suchly do they live as fools And miss the feel of toes in grass And so the earth calls to our soles In subtle tones of grass and sand But only he who barefoot strolls Can ever truly understand
That's awesome! I'd love to hand a small card-sized print of that to anyone who does the negativity thing, especially in grocery stores! Very nice. Thanks.
Brandon, Outstanding poem ! you sure understand the feeling, as only an avid barefooter would. I for one hope you'll write more. Archie
Wow, thanks people. I didn't even think this was all that great, not one of my better ones but the only one about barefooting...thats the only reason I posted it.
