Ode To The Barefoot Boy
Blessings on thee, little man, You’re barefoot now, and so you can Run much faster – no sock and shoe That slow others down, enabling you To be the first in line – or seat – Or playing tag,
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Bending The Stubble
I still remember until this day, Walking on stubble in fields of hay, And finding that I had little trouble, Once I mastered the art of bending the stubble. It’s sort of a shuffle – but slow – Press forward, … Continue reading →