My Barefoot Rank
My barefoot rank is better. So I walk
Along the grassy ways, through hills I hike,
To glance at bugs, court breezes, with God talk.
My feet are tough and calloused; men may balk
At such a trail to take, foreboding pike.
My barefoot rank is better. So I walk,
Though men have learned to fly since Kitty Hawk,
My “primitive” progression yet I like--
To glance at bugs, court breezes, with God talk.
I hear within the sky above, bird’s squawk,
A bird of prey—yet not today he strike.
My barefoot rank is better, so I walk.
My world is golden. Prospectors may stalk
For gold; I have more wealth than all Klondike,
To glance at bugs, court breezes, with God talk.
No prisoner am I, my days to chalk;
Inebriate of air, this drink I spike!
My barefoot rank is better. So I walk
To glance at bugs, court breezes, with God talk.