The dirt was warm between my toes;
my bare feet had turned tough.
In summertime we wore no shoes,
unless the road was rough.
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I enjoyed this pretty poem, sir Augusto......10+++++++++++++++
I haven' t yet read the other part of this series yet I have read your poem " Tales Of The Old Town (Part 07) " which says about your native place of the past having many memories and situations. Beautifully penned. A 10
Read the all, Kumarmani, read them all! All you have to do is keep clicking 'previous poem'. Thanks for the comment, old friend.