these feet has stories to tell you
narratives from the footprints it had left
along the rugged pathways of uncertainty
where it stopped for a brief moment; just
admiring the budding vivid flowers that spring brings
while tasting the sweet ripened fruits that summer bears,
then dancing under the withering shades of autumn leaves from deciduous trees
and waving goodbye as the Sun shies away in cold winter's snow and ice,
thanking it for the comforting warmth it has showered


miles of hope this tired feet had walked
mountains of arduous defiance it has conquered
through the days of this lifetime
blistered and bled; of this brown skin
fresh blood of tenacious spirit
yes, that's what...