Sunday, 2 June 2013


As soon as humans
stand upright,
they lose the fight
to not wear shoes.

It is the first Great Tale of Woe:
the cover-up
of heel and toe.

Why strap down that which was born free
(the argument would seem to be).
Life's just more fun
in bare toes:

ten little piggies in two little rows,
doing their best to stay exposed.

For, when they're first stuck in a shoe:
it seems, man's inclination is to
kick it off
and chew, chew, chew -

upon that odd clodhopper shoe.

note:  chodhopper is an idiom for a heavy shoe.

photo:  Baby Steps - W. Bourke

© 2013 Wendy Bourke


  1. haha! This is so true. I am barefoot more often than not.

  2. it's wonderful being w/out shoes. ;)

    your poem, and the pic along w/it, made me smile.

  3. Yep! It sure is. My 18 month old grandson isn't giving in without a fight, for good reason.