Footfalls on the ground
All of my life, I’ve loved the sound
Feet clip-clopping along the road
Crunching gravel, my interest flowed
Taking me back seemingly centuries
Past-life intrigues, who would believe
Captivated my inquisitive imagination
I never knew where my mind would go sailing
Footfalls on the ground
All my life, have seemed so profound
The sound, the sound will never wear me down
Footfalls falling on the ground
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I often recall the six blocks I walked from my college to my rented room on Wilson Avenue. In those below zero nights, walking alone, I could hear my heels hitting the sometimes brick sidewalk with a loud clicking sound that echoed up and down the snow-covered street. And you wrote a poem about it… Thank you.
Ron
Sabdie