We need barefoot days.

I need a warm day.

We need barefoot days..

Prettiest girl in my world dances near Lake Huron. She ran to me with open arms and she told me. I do love this place. Wearing t-shirt covering bra and her panties. He told the morning sun. He love bare foot gals and the beauty of the lake.

He was once, the angry man. He was once, the man who thought he was not given enough. He went to four war zones and he saw hunger, sickness and dead soldiers. He learn his life was easy.

His barefoot gal ran to him and she forced him into the Lake Huron chilly Spring water. They danced for the Goddess of the lake. Sending laughter to kind and gentle Mother Nature.

He and his barefoot gal sat near the Lake Huron. Drinking coffee and her legs over his legs. She pointed at the deep forest near and she told me. I adore this place. It is our place and no-one can find us. Our place of peace.

He told her. Thank you for befriending me. You taught me. I wasn’t alone and I know. The greatest honor is to hold and be loved by a barefoot gal.

She laughed and she kissed me a hundred time. She whispered. We found each other on a cold night near Lake Superior on a cold Winter day. You were holding a bottle of Black Velvet whiskey, telling the world to f-off. I went to you and I asked you. I am so tired and I don’t know what to do? I remembered you put down the whiskey and you came to me. You held me like a child. You whispered to me.

“Hush little baby, don’t you cry.

Johnnie here now.

We will find places of joy and

relearn laughter.”

She looked at him. Soldier haircut, half-drunk and the saddest eyes she ever seen. She knew he wanted to save her and he couldn’t save yourself. She asked you. Soldier boy, your eyes are dead, your voice is old and you have given up. How can you save me?

He told me. All of us must learn sin, all of us must eat dirt and all of us can give-up. We need someone to make us smile. Can I buy you a coffee and a meal?

We went to the restaurant and he made me smile and I loved your face. A old man face and so young. He told her. He wanted to be the next Hemingway and now. My life is stalemated. She told him, I was homeless, terrible job and scared. He saw sadness in your eyes and he told me. I have a house in Iron mountain. Nicest city in my world. A lot of room. A spare bedroom. She told him. I am weak, so tired. You can’t save everyone.

He asked me. Where did I live? I told him. I was living in a cheap motel. I am homeless now. He said, please come with me to Iron Mountain. You can rest, gather your strength and I need some good company. She agreed with sad eyes and she asked him. Why do you want to help me? He told her. Sometimes you must help another when you cannot lose the sadness.

She didn’t asked what the sadness was yet. He took her to his home in Iron Mountain. He gave her a large shirt and towel. He told her. Take a shower and go to bed. The bedroom is already prepared. Try to rest-up. In the morning, she smelled coffee, bacon and eggs. He told her. We will go shopping and I will buy you some warm clothing. She tried to say no. He told her. I saved a lot of money and I have a job that paid enough. She watched him eat and she asked. Why are you alone? You are handsome, nice and polite. He told her. The war didn’t kill my soul. Two brothers who committed suicide did. She didn’t ask no-more questions. He told her. You are a pretty girl with the prettiest eyes. You can’t allow life to kill you.

Now three months later. She made the Iron Mountain a warm home. He found her a good job at the bank and she was knowing happiness again. She put her legs over his legs and she told him. Will we be okay? He told her.

I have my barefoot gal near, I know concern and kindness again. You have blessed me with your friendship and love. I have everything I need. He caressed her legs and her feet? She smiled and she asked. You have saved me. Can I save you?

He told her. You already did and I love you so my barefoot gal.

Johnnie

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

An interesting story ....with much complexity; Homelessness, loneliness, love, sadness....yet in the end, all is well at Iron Mountain , after a barefoot girl saves you Johnnie....she had a traumatic past and he suffered as well, but they understood each other despite all in the past for both....I like your story...it has a lot of simpatico in it....Bravo!
Warmly, B

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Betty. Trying to awake my muse. Was sick in January for 10 days. I feel good now. I appreciate the comment.

[Betty Hermelee]

Most welcome my friend, glad you're feeling better
Warmly, B

[Poetic Beauty]

Everyone definitely needs a barefoot gal. I love this story of helping someone else and how it benefits both people in the end. Sometimes that is what we need in order to find ourselves and be a better person.

You tales always come to life and allow me to picture them within my mind.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. The barefoot gals show you the way to know happiness. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome my dear friend. I have enjoyed reading you poems over the 10 plus years I’ve been on here now

[Starr]

Nothing wrong with being barefoot, This is really good, love your imagery.

[Coyote Poetry]

I do agree dear Starr and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.