Running; And Bare-Footed Poem by james watkin

Running; And Bare-Footed



Running; and bare-footed!
Voice, pitched yet blissful!
Through what, for summer heats
Knew no let up in.
If of sprinkler's, storm's cooling
Grassed; paved - more playful!

Were it not this fresh in
Heart, fondly recalled
Sharing, who'd accept it
This life account; this tale?
In my day, made none pale.
Mothers, least appalled!

Thursday, November 24, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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