Hip, Bunny, Hop!
The bunny does go.
Looking behind me to check first to see,
I asked, "What is it?"
and asked again,
"What do you see?"
He looked at me with his sweet, dark, and bold eyes.
"Remember" he says,
So I say, "When something new or unexpected happens,
I look at it,
and step back.
I look down,
and realize,
I have feet."
So, I move my toes...
And suddenly,
I was washed by a memory.
High Heeled shoes, those times with my High Heeled shoes.
I've tripped, fallen and ankles swollen.
Everything donated, except for 3.
I've got only 3,
taken from clothing swaps and vintage shops.
And those are for occasions only!
I looked down again,
and wiggled my toes.
Bare feet this time!
A different place and a different time.
I remembered that hike,
to a trail up top,
an altar in Trivandurum, India.
We walked up and up and up we talked.
Bare feet!
They said the trail up was easy.
So I wore my slippers you see.
It was a path up top with pebbles and stones.
My back soaked and my bare feet sore.
And together we made it.
Sang songs of prayers and chants.
Mesmerized with the fire lit up,
up top!
I looked down again,
and moved my toes.
And this time different.
My memory placed me at the time,
with the warmth of my moccasins.
These light brown slippers my brother gave before I left;
Home.
These slippers took me to a magical land you see,
where tall, tall, tall trees do grow.
Haida Gwaii was the place!
The Galapagos of the North,
where salmon and trees and whales communicate.
I took off my moccasins,
bowed down to the water in front of me.
Jumped in the cold Pacific ocean,
with Mary,
inspired by Rosemary!
Then ran back to the warmth of my slippers.
Honour and respect the salmon and the trees!
I looked down again,
and moved my toes,
there they go and go and go.
My feet!
Six and half with one silver thinned toe ring.
I looked up again,
The bunny looked back at me,
with his sweet, dark and bold eyes.
"Remember" he says,
So I say, "Here we go!"
Photo taken around Jericho Beach Vancouver, BC "I'm a Bunny -yup- I'm a Bunny" by Rose Cortez
The bunny does go.
Looking behind me to check first to see,
I asked, "What is it?"
and asked again,
"What do you see?"
He looked at me with his sweet, dark, and bold eyes.
"Remember" he says,
So I say, "When something new or unexpected happens,
I look at it,
and step back.
I look down,
and realize,
I have feet."
So, I move my toes...
And suddenly,
I was washed by a memory.
High Heeled shoes, those times with my High Heeled shoes.
I've tripped, fallen and ankles swollen.
Everything donated, except for 3.
I've got only 3,
taken from clothing swaps and vintage shops.
And those are for occasions only!
I looked down again,
and wiggled my toes.
Bare feet this time!
A different place and a different time.
I remembered that hike,
to a trail up top,
an altar in Trivandurum, India.
We walked up and up and up we talked.
Bare feet!
They said the trail up was easy.
So I wore my slippers you see.
It was a path up top with pebbles and stones.
My back soaked and my bare feet sore.
And together we made it.
Sang songs of prayers and chants.
Mesmerized with the fire lit up,
up top!
I looked down again,
and moved my toes.
And this time different.
My memory placed me at the time,
with the warmth of my moccasins.
These light brown slippers my brother gave before I left;
Home.
These slippers took me to a magical land you see,
where tall, tall, tall trees do grow.
Haida Gwaii was the place!
The Galapagos of the North,
where salmon and trees and whales communicate.
I took off my moccasins,
bowed down to the water in front of me.
Jumped in the cold Pacific ocean,
with Mary,
inspired by Rosemary!
Then ran back to the warmth of my slippers.
Honour and respect the salmon and the trees!
I looked down again,
and moved my toes,
there they go and go and go.
My feet!
Six and half with one silver thinned toe ring.
I looked up again,
The bunny looked back at me,
with his sweet, dark and bold eyes.
"Remember" he says,
So I say, "Here we go!"
Photo taken around Jericho Beach Vancouver, BC "I'm a Bunny -yup- I'm a Bunny" by Rose Cortez
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