She Was Puttin' Her Best Foot Forward
Long skirts were chic again
When she slipped off her seatbelt
And opened the car door
Emerging
Like Venus, from the half shell ...
This latter-day Botticelli vision
Walked with precision
Into the schoolyard ...
Puttin' her best foot forward
That's what she was doin'
My daughter at sixteen
Tailored young queen
In the making
Confidence
Confidence and poise
Were the colors of the day
As she adjusted her mask
For the English class
Where they would discuss Macbeth ...
Anklets
Shoes a bit tight
Leotards and pearls
Hidin' the little girl
One sophisticated lady, Duke ...
Nineteen eighty-five
She was alive
And kickin'
Puttin' her best foot forward ...
I felt good
For some silly reason
That she'd carried a baseball glove
That spring season
In her tote bag ...
It lay jammed between her books
Where it would attract no looks
From the admirin' glances ...
Yessir ..
It's the truth
Botticelli's Venus had a sweet tooth For the baseball ...
She played the shortstop ..
Could even throw a mean curveball Push come ta' shove ...
I slid into the driver's seat
Turned the wheel and drove off
Lookin' into the rear view mirror ...
Baseball and slips
A little paint for the lips ..
She was puttin' her best foot forward ...
John Schatz’s daughter now has a daughter who is 15 years old.
Long skirts were chic again
When she slipped off her seatbelt
And opened the car door
Emerging
Like Venus, from the half shell ...
This latter-day Botticelli vision
Walked with precision
Into the schoolyard ...
Puttin' her best foot forward
That's what she was doin'
My daughter at sixteen
Tailored young queen
In the making
Confidence
Confidence and poise
Were the colors of the day
As she adjusted her mask
For the English class
Where they would discuss Macbeth ...
Anklets
Shoes a bit tight
Leotards and pearls
Hidin' the little girl
One sophisticated lady, Duke ...
Nineteen eighty-five
She was alive
And kickin'
Puttin' her best foot forward ...
I felt good
For some silly reason
That she'd carried a baseball glove
That spring season
In her tote bag ...
It lay jammed between her books
Where it would attract no looks
From the admirin' glances ...
Yessir ..
It's the truth
Botticelli's Venus had a sweet tooth For the baseball ...
She played the shortstop ..
Could even throw a mean curveball Push come ta' shove ...
I slid into the driver's seat
Turned the wheel and drove off
Lookin' into the rear view mirror ...
Baseball and slips
A little paint for the lips ..
She was puttin' her best foot forward ...
John Schatz’s daughter now has a daughter who is 15 years old.
