Ode+to+Sheepy+Shoes

Ode to Sheepy Shoes By Kyra C. 7A

STEP, STEP. Walking down the hall in the sheepy shoes Eva and I purchased last fall. STOMP, STOMP. Stomping through the store looking for platforms, finding nothing but flats galore. Ouch! Ouch! They nip at our toes, leaving deep teeth marks. More upset with eack box we close.

SLIP, SLIP. Slipping on the shoes hoping that they’ll fit, and finally getting good news. RAH! RAH! Platforms we have found! Now it’s time to look for other shoes that are around. RUN, RUN. Running through the isles, seeing different shoes in all kinds of unique styles. LOOK! LOOK! Eva beckons me, pointing to a pair of shoes that are very sheepy. TRY, TRY. Trying on sheep shoes, canvas painted blue. Eva and I cannot refuse. SHEEP, SHEEP. In two shades of gray. The sheep are soft clouds that float in the blue sky all day. BUY, BUY. Lauren her own pair of deliciously uber shoes that she too can wear. PACT, PACT. Agreed right away, to wear our sheepy shoes on every single Tuesday. WORN, TORN. Today they are old. But we still wear them, because to us they are like gold.