Summer Barefoot Days

This is a poem I wrote several years ago.  It’s about enjoying the season of life you are in right now. Hope you enjoy this!

When Zinnias bloom,

And gone the gloom,

Of dry and barren ways,

Come glorious summer barefoot days.

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No longer in the grasp,

Of treacherous shoes that clasp,

Those untamed feet at bay,

Oh the joy of summer barefoot days.

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Though sometimes tears are shed,

When bare feet meet a goat head,

Or weeds trespass their ways,

Oh the pain of summer barefoot days.

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High upon a tree branch lit,

Swinging dangling feet a bit,

Now a laugh and shout of play,

Oh happy summer barefoot days.

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Resting calloused feet a while,

Watching clouds above a mile,

Sipping tea while upon a book gaze,

Those carefree summer barefoot days.
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In a pan berry twig mud pie,

Sits upon a sunny stone to dry,

Leaving muddy hands in sap glaze,

Those dirty summer barefoot days.

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But summer comes and goes,

And never quite the same, for lo,

Those once free feet are held at bay,

Those by-gone summer barefoot days.
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True summers greatest joy is gone,

Of tramping  round through the lawn,

Yet in winter unfound treasures lay,

Not all joys are found in summer barefoot days.

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Pleiadis, the seven sisters shine,

And Orion’s beauties fine,

In winter do their visits pay,

Oh the faded love of summer barefoot days.

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Sometimes the soft white snow,

On winter brings its glorious show,

And often frost shall grace the ways,

Winter is fair as summer barefoot days.

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Though the bloom comes again,

Those once-free feet are in a chain,

But for their good confined in May,

Sweet memories of summer barefoot days.

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Hence we come to this conclusion,

Every season has its beauty,

Since God made them eloquently,

And memories have we of the rays,

Of golden summer barefoot days.