Blistered Souls

Blistered feet.
Worn from the jagged road.
Marched upon by the generations of endurance.
An achievement to instill pride in all.
All.
Each and every one of us.
So that granted may not be held with such frailty .

How they all got us here.
In this time of ours. This time that is us.
So that you may pass by the orchards without a glance.
They carved the paths that we still follow.
Still.
From them we are alive.
Those blistered feet that put us here.