Where I've been remained footprints.

Some of them flushed with waves.
And some, were trodden to a mess.

Surely often did I do this---
Kept making a peaceful path that
escaped me organic washes and hoofs.

Yes, I walked straight. See?
Heel to toe with rickety breath.

Much solid steps is a wish shall be.

Delighting by such barren trace,
I yet shared with mate of Miss Weak.
How untrimmed she was makes a haste,
hasting my wish to be a deed.

----------------------to myself and my friend, Pauline