There's something about foot prints in the snow

The crunch and scrape as you drag your toe

The chill and icy bite as it falls into your shoe

The nostalgic memories that come back to you

Trying to follow your father's tracks

Leaping from one print to another

It's a game we played in childhood

But when the footsteps are retraced

They never seem to match the same

There is a reason for these prints misplaced

The footsteps ourfathers lay

Are not meant to be mimicked

But to give us an easier way.