Muddy Feet

My favorite memories seem to be, Me barefoot, playing in water to some degree, I loved those nights on the beach, Where the moon was so full, It could almost be reached, Running in, about knee high Without a care in the sky, Another absolute must of mine, Jumping in puddles and singing a rhyme, “Muddy feet” mom would scream, Me and water were quite a team. I can’t forget the creek behind school, While everyone was in class, I thought I was cool, Sneakers off, hopping the gate Socks hanging low, I could barely wait, Plopped my bare feet right in, The cool, clear stream, their little swim, Late at night there would always be a trace, I was never good at keeping my game face, “Muddy feet” I‘d hear mom yell, She would never believe the stories I’d tell. by: Sabina