Shirley Hudson Poet Free verse

My Dear Old Friend

Walking thru the door,
Looking on the floor,
I see my old pair of boots, 
That I named Jack,
Like a old family friend, 
Good times great times.
So long ago.
Missing you.
Worn soles.
Tongue wagging.
Strings loosely  hanging.
Wanting to go out,
Like so many times before.
I smile.
I think it's  time my friend,
We do need some time,
When life was grand.
Breathing the mountain air,
Smelling the pine,
Then we reach the top of the hill.
Looking down into the valley,
Literally taking my breath away.
Yes old friend, I do remember. 
Thanks for bringing us back,
For some good memories, Jack.

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Yann Rolland February 27, 2023 at 11:43 PM very special friends, love the malicious poem, and the friends too, have a nice day yann Shirley Hudson March 2, 2023 at 12:37 AM I'm going to do you a favor and tell you the definition of malicious because it has nothing to do with my poem. Malicious is having or showing a desire to cause or harm someone. My poem is about my fav boots going on a hike in the beautiful mountains. Nothing malicious about that.