Shoer

The beauty of feet,

Be placed upon street,

In stockings and socks,

Under Blundstones or Docs,

That enable each other to meet.



For behold the grace,

That delivers the pace,

Of stroll or gait,

About pavedd place,

Or free-wheelin' along to the beat.



Some enquiring say,

If never 'afore allayed,

"What're your two legs for?"

Whilst showing the door,

With hefty boot displayed.



But  legs may be crossed,

Or a foot put up,

So please take the time,

When standing in line,

To admire the odd hoof or pump.


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Jere -->'s picture

Bravo!, this has been one of the stories of my life! Of course, shoeless is even more magnificent. Thanks for this wonderful poem.

Deborah E Russell's picture

You can tell a lot about a person by looking at their shoes.