Limping Into Summer|
Mike's meadow Muffin for July 5, 2004
Limping Into Summer
Through endless summers of our childhood,
running barefoot, all day long,
Through pasture field and pen,
we grew up quick and strong.
Some times I still go barefoot,
Though my feet aint near as tough,
And now the river where we used to swim
don't seem half warm enough
An unshod pony I rode bareback,
into water wither deep,
a farm boys diving platform,
there's a memory to keep.
It's a long time since I've dived from a horse
and I don't know when I will again,
But Sometimes I still go barefoot
Through pasture field and pen.
Of course there is a danger
in barefoot wandering , there's no doubt,
And my wife says I need to wash my feet
Before she'll dig this splinter out!
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