Boots
BOOTS
I treated my new walking shoes today
I Dubbined leather the old fashioned way
And was minded of my first football boots
That reinforced school winter day pursuits
In stiff rough hide of bovine animals
Their toe caps fashioned more like cannon balls
With boots like that when you took to the field
You went out there to conquer not to yield
At boots today we would have looked askance
As more suited for poncey ballet dance
No these were BOOTS, not fancy schmancy pumps
They crushed the soggy grass and mud in lumps
In baggy shorts enclosing legs like sticks
We braved the rainy days and had our kicks
Oh! Happy days, young hearts enthused and hale
Believe that? I’ve a bridge here that’s for sale.
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2021
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