These Feet -- Foot prints

These Feet 

These feet of mine are resting more now 
More than they ever have before 
I don't tell my age, number's large 
Larger than I care to tell to most 
Just say "OBE", Ausies know 

These feet of mine since nine 
Nine months saw them walking about 
About the house, from the wood box 
Wood box full, cut wood, cooking stove 
Fast learner me the stove got hot 

These feet pedaled my bike to school
From grades one to eight hills and all
Come high school they had needed rest
They nestled in my pony's side
Further to go three mile ride

These feet went to college, no horse
No bike.  This time back on the ground
They learned to march, ROTC
Came Army time, they marched some more
One broke one time, called it 'march foot'

These feet have carried babies five
First came their trips to the alter
Alter paths again they found. Tears
Marching down daughters' feet beside
Not play or trudging along they

These feet had a hard working life
Fixing radars and computers
Held me years more, teaching kids
Play they liked with my kids and spouse
At golf, on skiing, running, kept pace

These feet were told to take some rest
Rest until some day they get laid
Laid on my back, flag on my chest
Busy feet still, new places call
Like years before carrying me

Pictures copyright 2010 (link) bottom,

- Poem Copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Hannah at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/02/transforming-with-natures-wonders.htmlwhere her topic is "Footprints"