Okay, I wrote this for my beginning poetry class... As a poet, I make a better novelist
Naked Toes
My father always said
That you might as well be naked
If you're not wearing shoes
Oh how I glory,
In naked toes!
The prickly crunch of fresh-cut grass
Beneath my feet.
The gritty squishy-squash
Of slippery mud between my toes.
Oh how I glory,
In naked toes!
Splashing in a puddle,
Isn't half as fun,
Wearing shoes.
As it is, with
Naked toes!
Oh how I glory,
In naked toes!
The sharp rocks beneath them,
Poking the thick, callused soles.
Walking down the hot sidewalk,
Watching for broken glass.
Oh how I glory,
In naked toes!
The hippety-hop step
In the summer
When walking on melting asphalt.
Only to be cooled by the clear water
Of the creek.
Oh how I glory,
In naked toes!
