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.
Tabatha says
A hoppy ending! Thanks for the fun poem, Sally 🙂
Michelle Kogan says
Love your light and hopping poem Sally, hope that your shoes are close by when you need them…
Susan Bruck says
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.
Linda Baie says
Love hearing about one of the times all of us are in a dilemma about hot weather! Happy spring hopping, Sally!
Sally says
Thanks Linda!
Mary Lee says
Such fun! Happy springtime! Enjoy your shoeless weather!
Sally says
Thanks Mary Lee!
Alan j Wright says
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
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.
Carol M Varsalona says
I am delighted by your hip-hopping poem, Sally. Enjoy #spring!
Sally says
And I am delighted to hop with you, Carol 🙂
jama says
Charming!! Hoppy Spring!!
Sally says
I’m hoppy to see you, Jama.
Amy says
Happy spring to you, Sally! I love your upbeat and happy hoppy poem!