Under My Feet And 'Pon My SpiritA Poem by PeteWhen I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. - Thoreauspeaking the dialect of my soul dancing when legs are weak planting gardens when life seems bleak oiling old bones that squeak stirring the numbskull as well as the geek washing windows without leaving a streak plugging a spirit's seemingly unstoppable leak granting courage to the meek never playing hide and seek all that and more as it ushers, even holding open the door as i cross over a muddy creek © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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