Feet wander daily,
Burnt by the breath of the sun,
Coarse from the cool sand;
They are bitten by the stone,
But still carry the head home.
This was a poem I wrote four years ago based on the Tanka style, which we were discussing in British lit. in high school. I keep looking back on it, and really can't change a thing about it. It talks about persevering through the trials of every day life; remembering that while your station/vocation in life may seem trivial, there is a lot that relies on you... on each individual. All parts of the body are needed for its success.
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