(written in 1965 – highschool – a children’s poem)
Shoes won’t let the sunshine in
and so I take them off and laugh.
I fling them on the nearest rock
and run pell-mell across the grass.
Shoes disguise the ground, you see,
each step feels just the same -
dirt, the sandy beach, the rocks
and even walking in the rain.
It doesn’t bother me at all
if thistles stick or stingers sting,
I’d rather be barefoot with ouch!
than never to feel anything.
~ (c) 1965, 1973 Graded Press, 2011 Betty Hayes Albright