Two Small Feet
Two small feet set out to play,
Splashing through the rainy day.
Skipping, kicking, leaping high.
Chilly feet now crave what’s dry.
Muddy boots are quite the pair,
Leaving prints towards clothes to wear.
Feet relax in blankets warm,
Resting from the rogue rainstorm.
Splashing through the rainy day.
Skipping, kicking, leaping high.
Chilly feet now crave what’s dry.
Muddy boots are quite the pair,
Leaving prints towards clothes to wear.
Feet relax in blankets warm,
Resting from the rogue rainstorm.
This poem is copyright (©) Sarah Steinbacher 2024
About the Writer
Sarah Steinbacher
Growing up Sarah wanted to be a teacher, writer, mom, and lawyer and she considers accomplishing three out of the four a win. A former national curriculum writer with an Ed.D. in education, she now enjoys writing children’s books that don’t shy away from life’s ups and downs. She lives in South Carolina with her husband, three children, three cats, and a tortoise. Follow Sarah on Twitter @SarahSteinbac11
