Our sweet Barefoot Boy
THE BAREFOOT BOY
Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot Boy, with cheeks of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons.
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy-
I was once a barefoot boy!
~John Greenleaf Whittier
Where has the time gone, my little barefoot boy? Overnight you became a boy, no longer a baby but a boy. A very active, loving, handsome boy!
I love you, my little Barefoot Boy, I love you!
~Your Barefoot Mama
