How many Bare Feet
Have waded in this creek?
How many hands have held
The worn rope swing
And let it fling
As people sing
With shouts of joy
results
How many bare Feet
have walked upon
The jagged rock
Layered perfectly
For a seat
To take a breather
Or cheer on
Everyone swimming having fun.
I walked upon those
Flinted rocks
That once were
Jagged and so sharp
My bare feet
Feeling the beauty of
Cold smooth rock instead
I sit and pause all teary eyed
Thinking of the many that went ahead
They walked the jagged rock and trails
Making smooth the path
So much sacrifice so much love
They paved the way ahead
It strengthens me
To press on to make
A trail of fire
So that others
See the path
And join in days ahead.