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, or hide and seek.

When earth has warmed by summer sun,

Then running barefoot is so much fun

That you will dread the day – that day when you

Will again put on that sock and shoe.

Yes, I still remember those days of joy –

When I was young – and a barefoot boy!

Blessings on that little boy –

Soon barefooted he can go – what joy –

For the snow has gone, cold weather too,

Time to take off that sock and shoe.

Now faster he runs, he has great speed,

As off to school he goes – indeed –

He has no fear of puddles deep, but goes

Straight through as warm mud seeps

Between his toes.

Barefoot in summer – oh what joy!

I’m so glad I was that barefoot boy!

It’s hard to explain it – there are few words to choose

What it’s like to go barefoot – no cumbersome shoes.

You delight in those days – few words can employ

To describe the great freedom of that young barefoot boy.

And yet, I must warn you – there are hazards you know,

When going around barefoot – you might stub your toe –

Or step upon glass – all these hurt you like sin,

But you know – that come springtime – you’ll do it again!

By Richard J. Thayer September 2006