My formerly white running shoes
now stained green, yellow, and brown
have been passed down from child to child
and with each a new journey is found
they went to soccer with my sister
and to feild hocky as well
she loved her new white shoes
I did not find them that swell
then to my brother
he was also a big fan
he would jump flip and tumble in them
then take them off and walk on his hands
finally I got the famous shoes
whos souls were now worn down
I would run and climb and play all day
and jump and scream and pound
Yes we loved our hand-me-down shoes
they brought great joy, and fun, and play
only to then sit in our closets
and wait to see another day
Author notes
Writen for the shoes contest, I choose the running shoes prompt. This is a little story about how the shoes in my family have been worn by all of us, and we have all had great times in them.
A contest entry
- May I walk in your shoes? by Judith Chandler.
800 points, ended June 9, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think, what should I change, what should I keep, what do you like, what do you hate?
Comments
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I remember those hand me downs, though not so much the shoes! It was a good take to choose and an original approach.
Thank you for entering my contest. -
I really like the poem and the idea is great.
Thanks and good luck in the competition.
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