No More Nudity

I’m well aware it’s not discreet to walk barefoot upon the street. In summer too hot, in winter cold and more than that, I’m much too old. But it was not so long ago that I was just a child you know And living in the country-side where comfort only was my guide. With the school’s end and no more classes I knew the velvet of spring grasses as I ran through the morning dews, quite unencumbered by my shoes. Blood poison was our only fear. My mother warned me every year, “Be careful where you’re running dear.” as she bandaged me and wiped a tear. We’d never heard of E.coli nor that from Mersa we might die. Unaware of dangers everywhere we ran barefoot, without a care. I’m sorry for the modern child who cannot know the feel of wild abandon in the long hot summer. She must wear shoes and that’s a bummer. For Francine's "Barefoot" contest