A little boy running
On his tiny feet
That nice pitter-patter
As he runs down the street
 
A new way he found
That is better than walking
That cute sound he makes
With his feet with no stockings
 
A smile on his face
That grins ear to ear
And his feet hit the sidewalk
With that message so dear
 
I see these words forming
Inside of his head
Hey look mom I'm running
A new way to tread
 
I'll get places quicker
Before time for bed
The sounds that his feet made
Are still in my head
 
Wayne Anthony Sturgeon