Places I have Left My Footprints On

I have left my footprints on many sands at home and in lands around the world.
On holidays I walked barefoot, the grains slid through my toes as they curled,
helped me grip better as sand sifted, shifted, beneath my floundering tread.
I sit here and many golden beaches I see as their pictures come into my head.

Many shores in Britain, in Devon, Filey and Scarborough and even further north.
Blackpool, Bournemouth, Sherringham, even at the side of the Firth of Forth.
In mainland Greece, Zakinthos, Corfu, Rhodes, on day trips to other Greek isles.
The sands in Jersey, Channel Islands, St Ouens bay that stretches for seven miles.

Tenerife, Gran Canary Island, Malta, Gozo in the middle of the Mediterranean sea.
That beautiful beach of the sunset in Cape May, USA, at the tip of New Jersey.
Spain, the Costa Del Sol, as a honeymooner I walked when Torromolinos was wild;
so many sands I have left my footprints on, while by sea and sun I was beguiled.


I have left my footprints in many gardens, where I lived when I was young and small.
Oh, how I loved the orchard. I left footsteps on those trees that seemed to me so tall.
Back in my childhood, I climbed up the boughs of apple, pear, plum, right to the top.
My footprints deeply dented fertile earth beneath, when I did daring back down drop.

My Nan’s garden was beautiful with wonderfully tended favourite flowers.
I loved to walk with my Uncle Jack and out there play for many happy hours.
In seven gardens I’ve owned as an adult, my footprints were so often left,
when we moved. Leaving them was heart-wrenching I felt utterly bereft.

In many National Trust gardens I’ve left footsteps, in the swathe,
of green grassy lawns, some daisy bedecked. Some as smooth as if a lathe
had sanded them even, lush and verdant; many gardens have felt my tread.
I've left footsteps by ponds, as with children I’ve fed ducks bread.


I've left footprints on many lives; I hope that by leaving my unique tread-mark
I've given them lasting comfort brought some light to their fearful dark.
My footprints I’ve left on my children, I hope I often walk through their minds.
My chain of footsteps link them, their presence may be the tie that binds.

My footprints have been left multitudinous, weaving through my families,
where my feet have been made welcome, there I’ve spent time taken my ease,
carpeted by their love. My footprints I've left joyfully on my many friends,
I am truly blessed with closeness that supports me when my spirit bends.

My footsteps have been left as I’ve stopped, sometimes helped strangers.
In churches I’ve walked, and I’ve asked God to keep me from dangers.
My footprints have been left on my dearest, husband, always been a part.
They're left daily in his soul, imprinted within his loving heart.