"OLD BOOT"
Richard Smyth
I will go with the boot
into distances
the long haul through life
The boot will be with me
in summer mud,
on mountain trail,
through winter mist.
It will hold me
like a mother holds her child
and I will be warm and safe.
The boot will never wonder
of arrival,
for it knows the worth of journeys.
There is never a need to ask
what the boot knows.
It speaks in footprints,
summits, departures:
the rapture of passage,
the humility of mission.
This is a feast for the eyes:
I hope you enjoyed this and got some ideas to use in your garden or home using the Old Boots!
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