The Shoeless Man Poem by Tony Adah

The wings of the winter wind
Carried with it a shedding storm
And the shoeless man walked
In the rustle of the fallen leaves winter had fried
Though the green leaves linger green
And the yellow ones succumb to gravity
The green ones sway in a warning wait.

The shoeless man has gone past the meadow
And he is hurrying barefooted to the town
And the town had greeted him with shoes
And the shoeless shoeful man
Is looking at the villagers with disdain
Winter may as well freeze them
And go hunger if they like
For the man without shoes has crossed the river
And his back turned to his origins.