Footprints in the Snow…
From whence did they come?
To wherence do they go?
Are they mine or is the dog wearing sneakers?
If so then my feet I cannot feel, they must be numb…
They pass by me to go off into the trees,
These footprints made by feet below the knees,
Damn I wish the dog would my sneakers give back,
My feet they are getting worse than numb, closer they are to freeze…
Cold is the snow that the footprints are made in,
Will they stay there through eons of time?
Will future science wonder and be amazed at a dog in sneakers?
Or will those footprints just melt with the passage of time,
Much the same as this poem should do coming as it has,
From the weird side of my unabashed mind…
© ed ~ 3/6/05
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Actually I thought they looked more like ladies finger with long nails, hmmmm, must be seeing things perhaps.
Coooool write ED,Rufuz you naughty Dawwwwwwwwwg
Hugs Ch'erie
I'd say you've mastered these time-honored directions. Lovely! (grin) katy xox
A thought provoking write--be glad for those footprints, they come in handy if you're lost. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
No matter what size your feet are...your heart is MUCHHHH
bigger...lol!
Excellent write in the snowy routes of life!!
Love Tinka