by Annie Freewriter

Through the undulating canal
They followed the lead of my head
These feet kicked
These feet squirmed

Toddling unsure forward
They followed the lead of my head
These feet rocked
These feet rolled

Running fast with pure joy
Tripping over my glee
These feet flew
These feet danced

Tramping down prairie grass rooms
Wriggling like worms in warm sand
These feet giggled
These feet tickled

Pushing into bike pedals
With splendiferous abandon
These feet turned
These feet spun

Protesting against cold stirrups
Agonizing thrusts against pain
These feet delivered
These feet carried

Some day these feet will again toddle
Instead of pushing they’ll slide
These feet are glorious inventions
Thank you God for these feet

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