Walking Barefoot

Moses Ingram on Jul 25, 2011

I feel the pulse of mother earth beneath my feet and muse of how she remains unchanged by time.

I tried it today,

First time in maybe sixty years.

The grass beneath my feet

Spoke of the summer’s warmth

With but a hint of the earlier rain.

I closed my eyes. Standing still,

I sought to hear the heartbeat as of one alive.

Beneath my feet

I felt the pulse of life in it’s many forms

Deep beneath the sod.

Where once I ran and skipped

I moved more slowly now.

As one who had learned well

The futility of haste.

The dreams of youth forgotten.

I mused of mother earth.

Seemingly unchanged

By the ravages of those,

She housed so lovingly.

Home.

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Comments (8)

megamatt09 on Jul 25, 2011
Very good.
profreelancer on Jul 25, 2011
really beautiful poem. I love to walk bare foot inside river.
PartizAnka on Jul 25, 2011
amazing poem, it gave me wonderful feeling of walking barefoot myself…
Ruby Hawk on Jul 25, 2011
Moses, you never fail to touch me with your poetry. When I get a cold streak up my back, I know it’s a good poem.
PR Mace on Jul 25, 2011
What a delightful poem. You made me feel the earth and the wet grass between my toes. I love to walk barefoot on a summer’s day.
Darlene McFarlane on Jul 25, 2011
Most of us don’t take time to experience what is around us. Simple things that we took for granted when we were kids now escaped us. Thanks for bringing them back, Moses.

Loved it!
juliachild on Jul 26, 2011
very interesting
Eiddwen on Aug 23, 2011
Beautiul indeed.

Hi there!