When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass <br />The little white feet nod like white flowers in the wind, <br />They poise and run like ripples lapping across the water; <br />And the sight of their white play among the grass <br />Is like a little robin’s song, winsome, <br />Or as two white butterflies settle in the cup of one flower <br />For a moment, then away with a flutter of wings. <br /> <br />I long for the baby to wander hither to me <br />Like a wind-shadow wandering over the water, <br />So that she can stand on my knee <br />With her little bare feet in my hands, <br />Cool like syringa buds, <br />Firm and silken like pink young peony flowers.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-baby-running-barefoot-2/
