Shoe Stop
When day care classes take a stroll,
In line with lime green smocks,
They look so cute while navigating
New York City blocks.
With grown-ups at the front and back
And sometimes in-between,
They move along, accustomed to
This urban life routine.
Though yesterday, I passed a group
And heard a teacher shout,
“Shoe stop!” and so I turned to see
What that was all about.
Apparently, one little boy
Had stepped out of his shoe
And kept on walking, unperturbed,
As children often do.
The teacher held the sneaker up;
The kids looked at their feet.
The owner found, the class continued
Marching down the street.
The way the kids responded
Told me this was not so rare,
Though hopefully, the kids go home
With both shoes of a pair.
This little city sighting,
As I wandered on my way,
Was a tiny taste of urban life
That often makes my day.
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