We were barefoot kids
traveling a newly graveled road
It hurt sometimes,
but we got where we wanted to.
Why aren’t we barefoot now?
nothing specific do I ask
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I still love being barefoot, but not on a gravel road. I'm too much of a tenderfoot. I can still remember the cool grass against my feet when I was a kid, though, and one time stepping on a toad in the dark. I was about 8, and it's the first time I remember feeling squeamish. It was cold and wet and I didn't know what it was, but it wasn't too happy with me, either. *OMG*
This was a very pleasant read! ~Karen
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EEEwww squished a toad? Gross!
Hope you washed your feet before coming by... LOL
Thanks karen
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so true; this really makes the reader ponder a lot about connections between childhood and adulthood. philosophical and inquisitive. : ) I liked this! thanks for sharing
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HI, N-T-S,
I'm glad you liked this one, and I appreciate your commenting.
Buddy
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very good lines u have written here, i can relate to this poem in many different ways. u have a very good talent here in writting poems.
keep up the good work
~angels of the night
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Thank you for the read and kind comment. I am honored you have made me a favorite.
Thank you ,
Buddy
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Pure Americana...
I also remember going barefoot, Buddy; it was a hot tar (asphalt?) road we walked, though. Actually, I think at times we hopped on one foot, switching as we went along. 
Great work, thank you for sharing your childhood memories. I adore the lush and peaceful imagery, also. Reminds me of the good ol' days.
Peace,
Cyn
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Second stanza is great. Love the pic and everything about this. Nice work.
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lol..oh the memories, i can run barefoot up our gravel road yet today, well does limp and gimp and hobble count...lol.. thanks for the stroll down memory lane with this sweet little piece... love the pondering question
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Yes, memories is where this came from. Now a days I do the same as you, but still travel barefoot when I can.
Pondering is good...
Thanks for stopping by
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LOL
I am still barefoot and can still run on a gravel road. I love this poem and think that more kids sould be out playing instead of in front of the TV.
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Thanks for coming by and commenting... glad you like this.
You are so right, they should get outside and play barefoot. Best thihng for them.
Thanks again,
Buddy
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very nice lines. my wife grew up the barefoot kid while i was sneaker clad (without socks of course). love the deeper thought shared in the question of the last line. well done.
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Thanks for the read and comment, Rick. I peel mine off every chance I get. I miss those simpler days, Indeed.
Thanks again, Buddy
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Ah to be barefoot again. Feeling the fiery heat of tarmac, kissed by the sun.
Mariana
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PLayed a lot out on the street in front of where I grew up. Feet always got tough enough to handle even newly paved rds.
Thanks for coming by.
Buddy
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a good poem, i am barefoot now. i hardly ever wear shoes unless i have to go out, whilst indoors i go with the skin, and in winter a pair of socks. but i suppose with all the sharp things discarded on the floor these days...
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I know when I was a kid I went barefoot most of the summer it seems. And we didn't have much either but we made due and had our summer fun. Why don't we have that same unique zest as adults? I don't know, life as a way of grinding us down, and of course adulthood makes us take life more seriously...and then we forget the simple things that made us who we are.
Good things come in small packages, but in our past and in your poem.
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Barefoot is the only way to travel... I hate working, in shoes.
SOME adults take life seriously... sadly I am one, I just don't alwys act like it.
Thanks for your great comment.
Buddy
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So much truth in this one Buddy,
we were happier when we all had nothing.
I wish i could be barefoot now. Life has too much to contend with.
D. xx
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Come on , kick your shoes off and walk with me!
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Wow!!! Love this! Simple .. Genuine.. Pure... Profound.. Deep... Meaningful... This is poetry in it's purest form.. Wonderful write... I love it!!
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Thank you for the kind comment. I am glad you enjoyed this one... I did, and I don't like a whole lot of what I write.
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Pretty pic
Like an old English lane...I like most things which are light, and brief. This is no exception
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Thank you. This country road, is down by a river 6 or 7 miles from my house... I go there to think and recharge.
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Lucky you! I have never been to Massachussets. My brother says Boston is how an English city ought to be. Obviously applies to the countryside as well -
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never been to Boston either and don't care to go... too many people.
never been to England, but have seen soome lovely pictures of the country side.
This is in the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia, USA... moved here over 10 years ago, I love it. MOuntains and beauty every where I look. -
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Muddled lanes
Sorry, I had been looking at someone else who lives in Ma. You make your area sound so attractive - ' the blue-ridged mountains of Virginia that I love', in the words of the old song.
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YAY!!!
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Haha good question....
beause snakes will bite you!
My father never let me walk around barefoot as a child - because he was bitten by a copperhead when I was 2, trying to rescue me from it, in his parent's yard.
So... my soles are very soft and tender, and I never go barefoot except inside.
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LOL, this time of year, as it warms up, I HATE shoes. I will walk across my gravel drive just to get tough. I will keep sandals in both my vehicles and put on my shoes just before going into work.
Just a barefoot southern boy.
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