Used to be Footsteps

used to be
along the tracks
beside the creek
all about the woodpiles.

used to be
in the dirt
on the grass
under the willow tree.

Where they once walked,
played and wandered
part of them
will always be
a wisp of memory . . .

used to be footsteps.

Sugar Maree

Cinnamon William

Corinne Fenton


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