Barefoot

December 16, 2010
By evkatz4 BRONZE, Hopkinton, Massachusetts
evkatz4 BRONZE, Hopkinton, Massachusetts
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I had a dream
In emerald dew drops
And sand-soaked pavement
I walked.
Black hole puddle-frigid
Black-top searing suns
I ran
Until sweet green reprieve
Yet again caressed my soles.
And my soul – you see what I did there?
But they didn’t see
Just “Try these on for size”
With triple-rubber core support
And industrial heel scaffolds
So you never have to feel the ground again.
Because there’s nails and dirt
And mangled glass with rusty hinges
Sticky smoking cigarettes to hurt you
But they forgot
That there’s grass too

The author's comments:
Wrote this one on the spot in the middle of English class. Was originally about racism but now I think the message is more about valuing the evironment

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