My bare feet dangle when I swing,
unfettered by constricting shoes,
for who needs soles to tread the ground
when flight above the earth I choose?

I wear no laces firmly tied
on bare feet dangled when I swing,
for knots that bind and hold things down
are best for anchor, not for wing.

My toes when freed first stretch then curl,
then stretch again to seek the sun.
My bare feet dangle when I swing,
a world with all restraints undone.

In exultation I rejoice
a life that offers zest and zing
whenever I kick off my shoes
so bare feet dangle when I swing.