By MAYA GREEN
I once had no shoes
But I walked for miles
Over hills and across dales
And forging fast flowing streams
I swam the backwoods’ rivers
Tiptoeing scary and dark pools
Feeling the bottom
With my cold young toes
Skipping and running
All the way to school
I gaily daily went
With barely a care, light on my shoulder
I was happy just to learn
In the humble village school
And in all these times
Who cares of feet without shoes
Now I have many shoes
But I hardly do walk
Whenever I’d talk
I’d say, I do miss the hills
The dales, the rivers and pools
I have since forgotten the feel
Of the pebbles in the stream
And the tingling prick in my soles
For now I can hardly walk
Across the car porch without shoes
Not much, to anywhere else I’d go
Without my shoes being always on
So whenever you’d think
That you own nothing much
Look again, and again
