(written in 1965 – highschool – a children’s poem)
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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.
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Shoes disguise the ground, you see,
each step feels just the same -
dirt, the sandy beach, the rocks
and even walking in the rain.
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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.
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~ (c) 1965, 1973 Graded Press, 2011 Betty Hayes Albright
I wrote some children’s poetry too back in the late 60s early 70s. This is great. The more I read of what you write the more impressed I become.
Thank you so much, Thomas!
P.S. Thomas, I meant to add – I’d love to read some of your children’s poems. Have you posted any to your blog?
I’d have to look for them, Betty. They’re buried in a box in the closet. One more sonnet, and then I’ve been thinking about posting some of the love poems I wrote to Ethel back in the sixties. I’ll have to think of something. Maybe in my rummaging around I can find a children’s poem or two. I know I love when you post one.
Thomas, I would just love to read anything you wrote back in the sixties – especially those love poems to Ethel. I’ll be watching for them – maybe you can slip one in now and then, between your current writings. (I haven’t had time lately to add to my sixties blog, but hopefully soon.)