Sidney Beck Poet Couplet

Footloose and Footless

FOOTLOOSE    AND    FOOTLESS


Children just  don’t remember  they’ve got feet
And deliberately fall, giggling  -  it’s sweet
Treading the leaves in gutter here:
It don’t hurt to fall on your rear.

Bursting handfuls of big yellow leaves  -
Oh, what a collection-pattern it weaves:
Red, orange with spots of lavender  -
Love-given bouquet for  indulgent mother.

Look in the mirror but it’s not you;
The real you is inside you :
Nothing to do with rears or feet.
Being three years old is so neat.

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Andrea Dietrich October 25, 2011 at 12:03 AM this is so charming, Sydney. I am glad I decided to look at your recent poems. Love it. And that new footloose movie is at the theater now, but it won't hold a candle to the three year olds!

Nancy Jones October 21, 2011 at 5:19 PM Yes it IS! Whadda smiler!! Thanks, Syd, I love it~N

Carolyn Devonshire October 21, 2011 at 5:04 PM Big smiles while reading this, Syd. Piles of leaves make a nice cushion and it sounds like many fall colors can be found in your area. Very cool poem, especially the last verse. Wouldn't it be nice to go back to those youthful years? Love, Carolyn