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Poetry Friday: Hot Concrete

November 6, 2020 by Sally

Happy hoppy Friday. Why hoppy? Because today I’m going to share a poem with a little hopping involved.  Spring has well and truly arrived in my part of the world and this means that, whenever I can get away with it, my shoes are well and truly off. But there are times when one wishes, very much, that the shoes were on – and that’s what my poem is about.

The Hot Concrete Rap

My shoes are there

But I am here

They are too far

They are not near

 

I need those shoes

I need them now

I must fetch them

The problem’s how

 

To get from here

To over there

To fetch those shoes

I need to wear

 

Without the concrete

Hurting me

The hot concrete

That I can see

 

The sun is hot

The ground is too

There’s only one thing

I can do

 

I must hop

From here to there

To get the shoes

I need to wear

 

I hop on left foot

Then on right

I hop hop hop

With all my might

 

My shoes are here

And I am too

And now each foot

Is in its shoe.

(Poem copyright Sally Murphy)

Now,  hop on over to the Poetry Friday Roundup where, coincidentally, Susan has posted a poem about a different kind of hopper.

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: hot poem, poem, poetry, poetry friday, summer poem

Comments

  1. Tabatha says

    November 9, 2020 at 2:27 pm

    A hoppy ending! Thanks for the fun poem, Sally 🙂

  2. Michelle Kogan says

    November 9, 2020 at 4:17 am

    Love your light and hopping poem Sally, hope that your shoes are close by when you need them…

  3. Susan Bruck says

    November 8, 2020 at 3:02 am

    How funny that we both wrote about hopping this week. And I can definitely relate to this poem about hot concrete! What fun!

    And happy spring to you! We’re well into fall here. Yesterday, I went outside barefoot to chase away a stray cat from our backyard when I heard our cat yowling. The ground was so cold it burned–and that darn cat didn’t seem impressed by my telling him to leave, but that’s another story.

  4. Linda Baie says

    November 7, 2020 at 9:52 pm

    Love hearing about one of the times all of us are in a dilemma about hot weather! Happy spring hopping, Sally!

    • Sally says

      November 8, 2020 at 12:52 pm

      Thanks Linda!

  5. Mary Lee says

    November 7, 2020 at 7:56 pm

    Such fun! Happy springtime! Enjoy your shoeless weather!

    • Sally says

      November 8, 2020 at 12:52 pm

      Thanks Mary Lee!

  6. Alan j Wright says

    November 7, 2020 at 2:48 pm

    What a dilemma Sally. I hear it in your words and actions. A poem that expertly shares the tension between bare feet and hot concrete. The short lines add to the urgency implicit in your words. I have no such dilemmas here in Victoria at present. Successive days of grey blanket skies and cool air. Most un-spring ( and uninspiring) like weather for November.

    • Sally says

      November 8, 2020 at 12:52 pm

      Thanks for visiting Alan. I will try to send some sunshine your way – we are heading back into a few more days of intry weather so am hoping you get the spring instead.

  7. Carol M Varsalona says

    November 7, 2020 at 9:29 am

    I am delighted by your hip-hopping poem, Sally. Enjoy #spring!

    • Sally says

      November 7, 2020 at 12:25 pm

      And I am delighted to hop with you, Carol 🙂

  8. jama says

    November 7, 2020 at 12:17 am

    Charming!! Hoppy Spring!!

    • Sally says

      November 7, 2020 at 12:24 pm

      I’m hoppy to see you, Jama.

  9. Amy says

    November 6, 2020 at 10:57 pm

    Happy spring to you, Sally! I love your upbeat and happy hoppy poem!

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