Summer Freedom
Writers' Pantry #80 Summers were barefeet running the neighborhood, tar filled pavement cracks melting in the sun (pick it out and chew it) sticking to our soles. Quick! Any lawn to cool them. Sprinklers and stubbed toes. Too soon, the dreaded days of school, our toughened feet trapped and strapped into leather oxfords and saddle shoes. Softening until those sweet, sweet summer days of freedom and running barefoot once again. hot foot it back home summer’s annual dance step barefeet on pavement ©2021 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved
