note: Josh was sitting with one leg crossed over the other so his foot was up in the air
Josh's brown shoe looking sideways at me
Three feet up and it sees so much
But the world's still sideways
Laces pulled tight holding tongue well in place
Bow hanging low, dangling to and fro
'Cause it's an important, slow job
Sole firm and stern feeling glad for a rest
From keeping his feet off the cold of the street
Through snow and ice
Sock hiding there, riding safe, soft and tall
Unseen and humble, cushioning everything
Like toes and ankles
2 comments:
Very creative, Chris! I'm impressed what you're able to come up with, just from a shoe. (Also, way to have an inspiring shoe, Josh!)
Thanks Kim. The credit really does go to the shoe, though. It was kind of tired after a day of walking, and the expression it had looking at us sideways, the way its tongue was lolling out like that, really inspired everything about the poem.
:-)
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