Barefoot I dance

Moist grass in between toes

sun hot on a summers body

the breeze sings a song

barefoot I dance in the mist

watch ,I do not care

tumbling, fumbling ,barefoot dance

a back ground of nature

a stream flowing my beat

spring shower, with a barefoot dance

no tags, no brands, no comparatives

I will dance barefoot in a crowd

my feet hit the sand

warm, warm ,sand surrounds toes

wiggle them freely I do not care

arms up, back straight, head motionless

barefoot I dance on a crowded shore

picnic baskets, laughing families are musical

barefoot in the sand we dance

evening settles, a bonfire setting

all will dance barefoot 

we do not care for brands , tags

barefoot we dance as a family

we stop ,look around, whole family not here

barefoot we dance without FRIEDA

there is no music

shoes back on

we will wait to dance barefoot

until our family dances together

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Uplifting and filled with the freedom of allowing our imaginations to roam wild like a child would. I loved the images this painted for me. Good work. Lydi**

[Cassie]

wow!!! I am envious of Frieda, yes barefoot we dance as a family and without Frieda the music stops, now that she is back. The dance goes on and on. Thank you too on behalf of Frieda

[Mark]

What is it about being barefoot? It just feels so much more... connecting. A wonderful, upbeat, positive work. Really liked it.

[Firestone Feinberg]

A charming and delightful offering, your poem gives a good smile; no, not a silly smile... yes, this song dances barefoot, but its feet touch on more than sand. They touch on the heart too. Love, David

[Tate Morgan]

The freedom that comes when one divulges their selves from the standing idea of what it is to be a adult is always sweet and clear.We age and revert back to childhood joys that we should never have abandoned dance on

[Holly Mason]

Thank you Tate ...these are the things little girls were up to...and behind them are the boys we can hear the fire crackers hahahah*) thanks again fine sir

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

A beautiful tribute to one of the greatest "dancers" on the site...I miss her words. This piece was so full of imagery; wonderful instances of thought spurred on by the "tumbling, fumbling" dance of someone who does so because they are experiencing pure joy. Sometimes we must dance as though no one is looking, because the inner self is really all that matters. Superb write, Holly.

[Holly Mason]

Thank you Miss Friday......now gotta take the shoes back off...and dance again!!!

[Sami Khalil]

A great tribute to a beloved poet. You are so right the dance is not fun until all the family dances together in unisom. Thank you for sharing your barefoot dance hoping you will have the right shoes on one day...Bravo...:)

[Holly Mason]

thank you fine sir*)

[Sami Khalil]

You are most welcome...:)

[Mysty Johnson]

I just love this piece of writing. So light and carefree and full of the ecstasy of dancing barefoot. I can smell the bonfire and the sea. Thank you for a wonderful write Holly!

[Holly Mason]

I thank you Mysty for reading , truly*)

[Jack...]

We can dance again. Holly, you are one of a kind and that is perfect to me. let's meet at the beach and dance until we can dance no more. Very nice.

[Holly Mason]

obviously...you will bring the wine*)*)*)*)
thank you fine sir...dancing with glee again!!!

[Frieda P]

Omg Holly, I was feeling so light and airy reading this, and then I came upon my name! You just blew me out of the water...barefoot I might add! I love this, love you...! Thanks you, I am grinning like a Cheshire cat. Thank you with my whole heart! x

[Holly Mason]

you are a whole heart within itself fine lady...missed ya, hope all is well
thank you thank you thank you...good can take these dang shoes off I hate em'*)

[Frieda P]

Still smiling! Ha I hear you...lets get that squishy sand between our toes and dance. ;-)

[Holly Mason]

o.k. shoes off...thank goodness and Jack is bringing the wine*)

[Frieda P]

woohoo it's a party now! ;-)