A Barefoot Boy

James Whitcomb Riley

1     A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play -- 
2       For May is here once more, and so is he, -- 
3       His dusty trousers, rolled half to the knee, 
4     And his bare ankles grimy, too, as they: 
5     Cross-hatchings of the nettle, in array 
6       Of feverish stripes, hint vividly to me 
7       Of woody pathways winding endlessly 
8     Along the creek, where even yesterday 
9     He plunged his shrinking body -- gasped and shook -- 
10     Yet called the water "warm," with never lack 
11   Of joy. And so, half enviously I look 
12     Upon this graceless barefoot and his track, -- 
13     His toe stubbed -- ay, his big toe-nail knocked back 
14   Like unto the clasp of an old pocketbook.

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