Limping Into Summer
Mike's meadow Muffin for July 5, 2004 Limping Into Summer Through endless summers of our childhood, running barefoot, all day long, Through pasture field and pen, we grew up quick and strong. Some times I still go barefoot, Though my feet aint near as tough, And now the river where we used to swim don't seem half warm enough An unshod pony I rode bareback, into water wither deep, a farm boys diving platform, there's a memory to keep. It's a long time since I've dived from a horse and I don't know when I will again, But Sometimes I still go barefoot Through pasture field and pen. Of course there is a danger in barefoot wandering , there's no doubt, And my wife says I need to wash my feet Before she'll dig this splinter out! Mike Puhallo
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