Heel And Toe Poem by Paul Reed

The trees bow down to the sweeping wind

And make their soundless cry

Like the past years all flown by

And empty the hearts that sinned,

But still a-marching we must go

Heel and toe, and heel and toe;



Now is not the time to falter

But keep on being steady

As round the winds do eddy

And the poplar's shapes do alter

Sketched before we were born

And by the elements torn;



Heavy-handed the savage storm

Tearing grasses up from the hill

Nothing that could move left still

And up the slopes did swarm

In it's wake the black despair

That chills the heart and fills the air;



Our minds hollowed out by all these fears

Lie limp and heavy, weary and worn

Tired of the eternal scorn

All the catcalls and the jeers

That press us to feel nought but sorrow

As we march heel and toe to tomorrow.