Grass-Stained Feet

Grass-Stained Feet

A Poem by Velveteen Rabbit
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Written in response to the photo, this is a poem of childhood joy and nature.

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With
water dripping
from our sun-tinged hair,
we clamor up the hill,
    barefoot
    and giggling,
(despite being told
to take the stairs instead).
We race on grass-stained feet
to be the first to reach
Daddy's hammock,
where we swing
    and flail
    and fall
(to get dry before supper),
revelling in the soft kisses
of the wind and the sun
on our foreheads.

 

© 2008 Velveteen Rabbit


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Ah yes, for me it was my folks summer retreat on an island on lake Winnepausaukee in N.H.
Built by my grandpa and enjoyed for a century untill property taxes and reality forced its sale but I was brought right back to 'Rocksmere' through your beautifull write.
I like the almost unintentional rhyme involved here that I sensed in the read with 'hair...clamor...stairs'
and 'we race on grass-stained feet to be the first to reach' that just makes me happy saying it out loud for some reason. Yes I agree with Kara that there is that wonderfull childhood albeit innocent rebellion in
'being told to take the stairs instead'. I must say that drying out on the hammock was a ritual during those golden summers and I can't thank you enough for bringing back these childhood memories.

J.P.O.et


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Ah yes, for me it was my folks summer retreat on an island on lake Winnepausaukee in N.H.
Built by my grandpa and enjoyed for a century untill property taxes and reality forced its sale but I was brought right back to 'Rocksmere' through your beautifull write.
I like the almost unintentional rhyme involved here that I sensed in the read with 'hair...clamor...stairs'
and 'we race on grass-stained feet to be the first to reach' that just makes me happy saying it out loud for some reason. Yes I agree with Kara that there is that wonderfull childhood albeit innocent rebellion in
'being told to take the stairs instead'. I must say that drying out on the hammock was a ritual during those golden summers and I can't thank you enough for bringing back these childhood memories.

J.P.O.et


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow. this is such a fantastic piece. simple yet transcending at the same time. i knew i would like it from the title itself. you really made this great. :) the freedom, slight rebellion, the beauty, the simplicity. :) the ending was great, as well. beautiful piece, m'dear :)

hugs


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one flows like a stream in a dream. I enjoyed it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your words are so peaceful, so full of a tender joy I can barely remember... Thank you for bringing the beauty of such a day back into my mind and heart. So beautiful...

Craig

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Thank you for such a great poem! It feels like one of my own memories, but enhanced! I love it!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very sweet, I can feel the uninhibited spirit of youth in this piece... it brought a smile to my face as well.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like the flow of this one, brought a smile to me face! =) Well done!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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