How about another poem as we look forward to springtime barefooting?
This one is by Marguerite Barnes and was published in 1893.
I have to say that it’s really rather hard to read, and all the apostrophes make it pretty pretentious even while the poet tries to use them for the opposite effect.
But hey, we can at least agree with the sentiment.
Barefoot
The locus’ trees are all in bloom,
They smell as sweet as sweet!
An’ clover blossoms, too—the bees
Have lots o’ things to eat!
An’ school is done—on closin’ day
Us chil’ren had a piece to say,
An’ now it’s come the last o’ May,
An’ we go barefoot every day!Ol’ Speckle came off yestiday,
The very las’ to hatch
An’ my! the’s strawberries jus’ as thick
Down in the garden patch.
An’ I heard pa an’ Silas say
‘T’ll soon be time to cut the hay
Because it’s come the last o’ May—
An’ we go barefoot every day’The grass feels jus’ as soft and cool—
It tickless sometimes, too.
An’ down the land the sand’s as warm,
An’ we go sniffin’ through
Down toward the woods—that’s where we play
As soon as summer’s come to stay—
‘Long jus’ about the last o’ May,
When we go barefoot every day’
[…] que Tom Sawyer, de nombreux poèmes célèbrent les joies d’une enfance déchaussée : Barefoot (1893), When I was a barefoot rover (1897), Goin’ Barefoot (1905), Barefoot Days (1907), […]