Used to be Footsteps
19 Apr, 2012 | What's happening in my writing life
Footsteps
used to be
along the tracks
beside the creek
all about the woodpiles.
Footprints
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