Running barefoot
in grass damp with dew.
It’s the simplicity of it.
Touching the earth.
Feeling the cool, soft dirt,
the fragile blades of grass,
Smelling the aroma of spring
and hearing the blue birds
in their morning song.
How could I have waited so long
to do this simple thing again?
And how could I shackle myself
to the foolish thought
that this was not important,
not worthy of my attention? How could I?
Because the sensations
of walking barefoot in the wet grass
unleash that playful spirit,
that part of my soul that longs to be free.
I have unshackled my Soul
simply by
removing those shoes
and touching
the earth.
—Deborah L. Tisch
I'd recognize those toes anywhere! Cute picture.
Barefoot in the grass….love the feeling! x
Such a simple act; such a simple image – and yet you have captured that childish sense of playful freedom in your lovely poem and accompanying photo.
Love your words and you photo! I'm one of those people who stay barefoot! I love the feeling of walking in the grass!!
I've been a barefoot girl as long as I can remember. Love your photo and words!