On a cloudy day
a barefoot lad
lingered along
the blackberry path.
A snake in the brush
so still it lay
biding its time
till the boy passed.
Then that needle
with the poison thread,
lurched toward
the boy’s bare feet.
Oh, to have listened
to what his mother said,
“It doesn’t matter whether the shoe fits
wear it.”
Hear, my son, your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching – Proverbs 1:8
This Copperhead slithered between my husband and I as we came up the path to our house one evening. Through much coaxing, it went about its merry way across our front lawn and down the street to another house. The Low Country is full of creatures of prey…not a place for the faint of heart or for bare feet!
Living In the Corner of a Vortex 