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My Brothers Boots

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My Brothers Boots David J Walker (3/19/74) They opened him And closed him And told him to go home a And wait I was a soldier then I took leave to come home And be with him We talked about the army And he gave me his jump boots Thirteen years old But still shined With a little spit and kiwi In Germany I wore them on guard duty The midnight street lamp Glowed a halo On the mirrored toes And I walked as if Each step might be their last A letter came A week after the funeral I spit-shined his boots Naturally And carefully laced and tied them As I had always remembered them And put them in a box In the bottom of my Footlocker To rest

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Date: 2/9/2021 6:39:00 AM
This meaningful poem really reaches the heart David. Well written. Bless you :)
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David Walker
Date: 2/9/2021 9:46:00 AM
Thank you, Heidi. Written long ago while I was a young man in uniform

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