October.1.1997
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
When ever you walk around
You step on rocks beneath your feet
You hear a crunching sound
Where ever you go the earth and foot meet
The rock so cold and dark
The trees so brown and bare
If you happen to walk without shoes
You'll get cut or end up with an ugly mark
Or better ye get a bruise
Walking on glass would be a foolish dare
The sand is tan and dull
People say the earth is a beautiful sight
Or you have a beautiful soul
But they never wondered
What it would be like without light
The earth beneath you is dark and dreary
Damp and cold
It's like a horror series
Keeping the earth from falling
You could never hold
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