By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 23, 2017 Father’s Shoes Christie Lund Coles I saw his pavement-worn and half-soled shoes,Broken some in the often-polished leather,Standing almost forlornly now, and empty,Yet, as always set carefully together. I thought of the stories he had told me often …Of a boy’s toes in the road’s warm dustiness;Of the water’s coolness, and the sandy shore;Of running in youthful strength and lustiness. And on...
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