On my feet I wear...
My sandal-jandals aptly named Freedom Feet
My toes are always sticking over
As they compete with my feet to arrive first
at what lies in wait up yonder
My toenails promise the glitter and glam
that I embrace in every new found place
My ankle moves at steady pace
to ensure I don't miss a discovery-space
and forget to praise in new found wonder
My heel and arch work together as one
They anchor my soul as they lift my spirit to the sun
The bridge of my foot is the ultimate now
As it leads me to the new, I chance upon
and so it is thus that I never forget to always wear my Freedom Feet
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