On My Feet Again

My feet happily take me anyplace I want to go.

My feet are happy going to and fro.

My feet like the freedom of pretty sandals.

To new adventures they are not afraid to handle.

Painted toes breathe and giggle.

I feel them dancing with a wiggle.

My feet patiently wait for storefront gazing.

In the hot sun they are a blazing.

Oh no it’s started to rain.

What is that I see a crane?

On my feet again.

To get some quiche Lorraine

My feet can rest

As I sit on this chest

And watch a bird

Eating lemon curd.

So thank your feet every day

And they’ll take you blissfully on your way.

  4/7/11

Georgia