‘Shoeless’ – Preet G Y8

To feel the whooshing wind on my face again, blasting by my ears,

The smell of the simply fresh, salty air.

I think of the times in the soft sand or tiptoeing on the rocks,

I think of the times I ran, running shoeless on the wind-swept beach

 

To feel a slight cool breeze, causing your hair to float

The sweet, sweet scent of honeysuckle and red rose

I think of the times in the cool green grass, tickling your feet

I think of the times I ran, running shoeless across the garden

 

To feel the warm comfort, settling down in front of the TV,

The smell of food, wafting from the kitchen,

I think of how I am now, settled in a blanket, feet nestled in a rug.

I think of how I am now, shoeless in the soft carpet, writing this poem.