Barefoot Poem by Daniel Nairn

Barefoot

Rating: 5.0


The hard concrete is cruel to my bare feet.
It thrusts its sharpened stones into my heels;
They burn for hours after I have stopped
To rest; creating pain for me to know
Unwelcomed is my skin to meet the ground
So should I rather walk on grass and leaves:
I'll bear the thorns and sticks with care;
Leave asphalt there for shoes. But I myself
Should rather feel the warmth of grassy fields
And cool of dirt and dew and shallow streams.
The world wants me to know their blackened roads
Are far superior to the greens and browns.
For shoes' and trucks' efficiency works best
On roughened flattened darkened jagged rock.
Tis naught but a regress if one must find
A need for covered toes or calloused feet.
I leave this dismal stone behind, of course.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Will Barber 09 May 2006

The hard concrete is cruel to my bare feet. It thrusts its sharpened stones into my heels; They burn for hours after I have stopped To rest; creating pain for me to know Unwelcomed is my skin to meet the ground So should I rather walk on grass and leaves: I'll bear the thorns and sticks with care; Leave asphalt there for shoes. But I myself Should rather feels the warmth of grass fields And cool of dirt and dew and shallow streams. The world wants me to know their blackened roads Are far superior to the greens and borwns. For shoes' and trucks' efficiency works best On roughened, flattened, darkened jagged rock. 'Tis naught but a regress if one must find A need for covered toes or calloused feet. I leave this dismal stone behind, of course. This is nice work. I don't know if my own apostrophes are more apt, but I'm pretty sure about 'tis. Good work, Daniel - I went barefoot often enought in my (Western Kansas) youth - so I savored this.

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Daniel Nairn

Daniel Nairn

Bellevue, Nebraska
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