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Slipping and Sliding
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By Reason A. Poteet
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Slipping and Sliding

Which is trickier, slipping or sliding?

The ice out there is a hard quarter inch.
Which is riskier, gripping or gliding?

 

I'm digging down deep in the workroom bench;

I remember they are in here somewhere.

The ice out there is a hard quarter inch.

 

I've got grip thingies for my boots to wear -

those with the sharp metal points underneath.

I remember they are in here somewhere.

 

Voila!  I've found them and they still have their teeth!

I recall there's a trick  - slogging in spikes

those with the sharp metal points underneath.

 

With one step forward, I let out  a "Yikes!"

as me and my keister meet with the floor.

I recall there's a trick  - slogging in spikes.

 

Which is trickier, slipping or sliding?

Which is riskier, gripping or gliding?

A few more steps and I'll open the door,

but first my knees say hello to the floor.

written by Reason A. Poteet with an inspiration from fellow -poet,
Geneva Poynter

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Submitted: Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Last Updated: Thursday, January 13, 2011

About the Poet
Growing older with some pains and discomfort, graying hair, glasses, partial plate and hearing aids but with complete assurance of my eternal domain. Saved by choice by Gods free grace by Jesus life, death and resurrection. Born and bred in the Bluegrass State for 24 years, I crossed the Ohio River and became a Hoosier forever thereafter until that time God calls me to my heavenly home. Christian for fifty-five plus years. Church musician and SS teacher for most all of my Wednesdays and Sundays. Public school teacher for thirty-six school terms; retired with a class now of three grandchildren off and on during the week. Wife for half my life to the same superman. Mama to two unique sons. Mother-in-law to a fine daughter; Nana to one darling girl and two handsome guys. God has blessed me abundantly; thank you, Father. God quiets my hackles; God quickens my heart; God quells my hunger. Blessed be His holy name.

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