Bare My Sole
The moist October air Puts the curls back in my hair Away, away, away, I've been Out in the Desert for 30 years Yet, born out here was My Pioneer Spirit — My grandparents survived With soil, toil and grit. My parents carried on with God and good will. So, here I sit No shoes to fill… Stickered feet Of my own desire To return with bare soles In these modern times Fat and well fed Much longer to survive Than my pioneering Great-grandfather Who out here died! A bout of pneumonia After their posse did find The lost little girl Out in a world most unkind.