Brave Brenda Barefoot Poem by Martino Fortuin

It was really cold last night...
The wood had retired early...
The cold it seemed to relish a fight...
Her mom and dad she hugged dearly...

Brave Brenda Barefoot...off to school at first light...
Barefoot, her stomach coming to terms with those skins...
Softly cursing the rocks and icy stones with all her might...
Brave Brenda Barefoot...scarcely in her teens...

It was really tough at school she thought...
No warm soup or bread at all today...
Difficult to think or say...never mind that silly old nought...
Brave Brenda Barefoot...her mind far away...

It will be cold again tonight her friend had said...
She would need to find more wood...
To save her family, to hold up her head...
Brave Brenda Barefoot...sadly, doing more than she should.