Feet

feet

In honor of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) during the month of April, I am unveiling the following poem, inspired, probably, by Shel Silverstein.

Feet are good to walk upon

and good for running, too;

Without them very many things

would be quite hard to do:

like pedaling, kicking, standing, stomping,

wading through the goo;

like dancing, skipping,

skinny-dipping,

frolicking and fun;

playing piggy-toes and footsie,

and swimming in the sun;

and trekking, climbing,

double-timing,

lurking, lunking,

slam-dunking;

car driving,

snorkeling, diving,

bungee jumping,

bumper bumping;

hunting, planting,

lumbering, panting,

slinking, sliding,

marching, riding;

hang-gliding,

skipping, striding,

passing, blocking,

sleep walking;

base running,

engine gunning,

dunking, spiking,

boating, biking;

high jumping,

floor thumping,

volleying, serving,

steering, swerving;

dashing, fleeing,

springing, skiing,

skate boarding,

river fording;

beach yoga

in a toga,

lunging, stretching,

drink-fetching;

standing up and balancing,

or stretching out your toes;

or wearing shoes or sandals,

or snowshoes when it snows;

or socks or clogs or moccasins,

sneakers, skates, or cleats;

flip flops, or flippers; even bare

we love our feet;

Through blisters, cuts, and bunions,

twisted ankles, and stubbed toes,

our feet are always there for us,

just like our eyes or nose;

Digging into sandy surf,

on mud or grass or street,

our feet are here to ground us, so

appreciate your feet!