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This file includes Feet and Toes, Heels, Knees and Legs, Boots, Socks, and Shoes (including shoe tying).
Also see Hands and Fingers, Father Poems, and Pretty is as Pretty Does.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. (Kahlil Gibran)
Little FeetTwo little feet, ten little toes |
My FootprintsSomeday I'll jump through puddles, |
(Felice Holman)
My toe
is only
a little part of me
and
way
down
T
H
E
R
E
So
why
should I care
if it should hurt me?
It certainly
would not be
very trying
would it?
Then why
am I
crying?
(Michelle - used with permission)
Baby feet, baby feet Precious little baby feet
Small and tender With ten little toes
Clad in booties With ribbons and bows
Baby feet, baby feet Everyone loves baby feet
Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us to understanding
with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for a while,
leave footprints on our hearts,
and we are never, ever the same.
We walk the path of the ancient ones,
soon the shadows of our footprints the dream ones will walk.
Will our footprints be deep enough to follow
or will the winds erase them for all time.
(Eugene Field)
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All day long they come and go . . . Oh the thousand worrying things |
Many a wee complaint to hush, On the floor and down the hall, |
(Aileen Fisher)
Two legs for birds
And you and me
Four legs for dogs
And for squirrels in a tree
Six legs for beetles--
Away they go
Eight legs for spiders
What do you know!
All you really need is the right pair of shoes.
I know how to tie my shoe,
You take the loop and push it through.
It's very hard to make it stay,
Because my thumb gets in the way!
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
She gave them some broth without any bread,
She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
(Frida Wolfe)
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New shoes, new shoes, Buckle shoes, bow shoes, |
Bright shoes, white shoes, BUT |
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When I was very little, You know the ones I speak of, For I knew, when I grew old, I never was a rebel, And then came spikes with pointed toes, But always in the distance, |
I eventually got married, And the time was drawing near, How would I do my gardening, But fashion kept evolving, And now, when I go shopping, And I look at all these teenage girls, |
These boots are made for walkin'.
One can never have enough socks. (Albus Dumbledore)