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.

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Ronald D Thompson

Date: 12/26/2021 5:07:00 AM

Nostalgic indeed. I remember those days well. Very nicely written Sir!! RT

Joe Dimino

Date: 11/26/2021 9:06:00 AM

Well, said! Brought back a lot of rugged memories, of a less softer, but better tested and principled people. Too soft today. Too dead in the brain, dumb-downed to even appreciate freedom...let alone, protect it. As always, your poetry is outstanding, deeply effective and meaningful. You get a Fav!!

Geoffrey Brewer
Date: 12/2/2021 1:37:00 AM

Thanks for the tough/kind comments, Joe.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 11/20/2021 7:14:00 AM

Love: 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

Geoffrey Brewer
Date: 11/20/2021 2:29:00 PM

Thank you very much for your response, Kim.