Bare Feet

spring grass sprouts green from the warm, muddy earth -- a child's bare feet

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Erich Goller

Date: 4/9/2012 1:23:00 PM

Beautiful spring Haiku, thanks for sharing it,God bless you,Hugs!Erich

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 4/9/2012 9:15:00 AM

oh yes, indeed! to have the feel of grass in between your toes :D I think children appreciate this best -- no qualms over getting muddied feet :D This made me smile Rhonda and Happy Easter to you-= thank you so much for the fave on my poem and your inspiring words, it means a lot to me :D hugs to you :D

Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway

Date: 4/8/2012 4:53:00 PM

Did you get the prints in the house yet? Such a tender haiku Rhonda. One I know everyone (especially mothers) can relate to. Great write!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 4/8/2012 1:15:00 PM

oh I luv bare feet especially in the Summertime.. a light and airy Haiku Rhonda.. thankxx for enjoying my hero poem.. he is a good man and they are hard to find luv.. we are truly blessed.. and he cooks too.. a true treasure of a man..

Deck Fitzgerald

Date: 4/8/2012 12:35:00 PM

Lovely Haiku Rhonda and a happy Easter to you and your family , Declan xxx

Nette Onclaud

Date: 4/8/2012 12:18:00 PM

stunning write, rhomda.. i like the last line , so sweetly surprising.. hapy easter woth huggs! :)

Kash Poet

Date: 4/8/2012 10:48:00 AM

Good one Rhonda.I came back here but away from home for some treatment purpose.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 4/8/2012 5:34:00 AM

Enjoyed reading your work..It brings back memories of those times..In Georgia, it is red mud that we moms have to deal with on our floors and clothing..Thanks for stopping by..Yes, after pulling off the major highway at exits twice, we found a facility..The person had had diarrhea earlier that week and stomach was still unsettled..Sara

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/8/2012 1:55:00 AM

I wonder if that flower garden was there in the 70's and I just don't remember it. Or maybe it's newer. WEll, about this haiku. It's simply lovely. Reminds of a line in one of my sonnets: A child needs to feel the grass beneath his feet