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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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Ronald D Thompson Date: 12/26/2021 5:07:00 AM Nostalgic indeed. I remember those days well. Very nicely written Sir!! RT Login to Reply

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!! Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply Geoffrey Brewer Date: 11/20/2021 2:29:00 PM Thank you very much for your response, Kim.