walking feet


walking feet

“Walking feet”

My feet are tired; I’ve walked my whole life

Conquered many things, fathered two, and found a wife.

Throughout my years I’ve fell more than I’ve landed.
I’m not complaining- I’m doing well with what’s handed

My feet though…. Boy can they go!

They amaze me at times, neither too fast nor slow

I guess I’ve got walking feet, like the great greats of the past
Who walked through dangerous streets, for me to say “free at last”

But my “walking feet” they don’t blister nor bruise
They help keep me grounded, they keep me on cruise.

What am I talking? Read on and you’ll see…
The feet that’s still supporting and carrying me

We’ve been through a lot my feet and I…
I may not have always won, but at least I tried.

And that’s when my feet get even stronger!
To carry me further, and hold me up longer

Now can you see my feet? How they stride in pride?
We’re connected some how, like the grace in an eagle’s glide.

My walking feet have carried me well into a fine man,
And they’re still carrying me- leaving “Foot prints” in the sand.

By: Taji Shelton

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ladyd37 commented on walking feet


ur an eexcellent writer, i tryd 2 give dis poem a 10 also, but the stupid rating system only gaveme da option of 9.3 Well we kno it's a 10 dats all dat matters will u rate sum of my poems please!!

Haiku commented on walking feet


This poem was wonderful. I was intrigued how you left the reader wanting more, needing to read the whole poem to understand the words that lay before us. You are amazing. I like that you give all the glory to God, for he will never forsake us.

cbp3216dawg commented on walking feet


Wow Bro This Is One Of The Best Poems I Read Thus Yet..wow..great poem bro

happyyy commented on walking feet


great poem exellent write, im serious!

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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