Thursday, 3 March 2016

Story #191 - Steps (poem)

We all take steps.
Some take big, huge steps.
Others take small, tiny ones. 
So small that you can't see them move.
Yet so big that it impacts them plenty.

Go up a wall,
Down a stream, 
Over a boulder,
Under a car.

Watch the magpies walk,
And think it's royal.
Glance as the snail scutters
Then stop when you touch it.

Everybody's going about.
In their rooms, bathrooms,
kitchens, showers, 
beds, couches, and mattresses.

In class, on benches, on books,
over others, over toddlers, 
over daughters, over teachers,
over bullies, and borders.

Where would we be without them?

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