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Barefoot Cleats

Take me back to the time of yore
And let me tell you what we wore
With ball of brown we did our feats
In barefoot cleats on gravel streets

Hup-one, hup two, the ball did fly
'Mongst mottled trees and azure sky
Fly long on left, cut 'cross middle
Call time out and eat some brittle

Our mother's call brings end of game
"Just one more down" is our refrain
Father and son break the huddle
One last time the "D" to muddle

Then we go home and get our eats
In barefoot cleats on gravel streets

Author notes

Hard on the feet, but enriching to the soul.

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  • WolfHeart gold member
    October 24

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    Unique

    I like this. Your imagery is great and took me back to my childhood when we played barefoot through fields and towns. Nice nostalgia.


  • Rheea gold member
    August 15
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    play with what you had, that is what we did too. we had fun. stolen time and stolen fun lol


  • theredcatjazzoflove gold member
    July 28

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    damn b my feet is so damn sensitive i could dare do this you will hear mean as me screaming i cant even barely walk on the side walk bare nice piece


  • ennovy silver member
    July 27

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    This so vivid written and I love the picture of fathers & sons playing a game of some kind of ball...football I would guess....Nicely done with the flair magic in you quill.....novy


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