Best Boots Poems

There was a day, a specific day,
When a pair of boots stopped walkin.
Leaving no average prints on the way,
That an average man could walk in.

Each step he trod was a step of faith,
All knew who walked beside him,
None were better or less than another
For friendship...

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The empty boots, neatly laced and, alas, now on display,
Belonged to a gallant soldier who died the other day.
Another patriot gave his all in the service of his nation.
He placed service above self to fulfill his solemn obligation.

At his memorial, the roll was called, his...

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Ho! Ho! Ho! It's sure a tight squeeze.
I was able to go down the chimney with ease
and miss the bed of coals.
Mrs. Santa is right; I have to start the New Year with new goals.

Everyone must have just gone to bed because the cocoa is...

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Saddle up! Saddle up! It time to go.
     I heard the Sergeant’s call
I held by rifle against my chest,
      And vowed to give my all
It’s time the Sergeant said, move out 
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I spotted Winnie’s old yellow boots as I entered her daughter’s home.
They were filled with petunias, Winnie’s favorite flowers.
I hugged all three of her children.
Did you see her boots? One of them asked me.

We put them there for you, Winnie’s granddaughter said.
They all tried to...

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My Wellie boots are battered
and all frayed at the top,
They cost me fifty bob
in C.D. Ellis’s shop.
They have seem better days
but they still keep water out
and that after all is what
Wellie boots are about.

I bought them on leave 
way back in 1962
and with a little...

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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...

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Boots across his shoulders, striding through the park 
Bright young man of 20, out to make his mark 
On his way to Ayresome, living out the dream 
Playing centre forward for his hometown football team 
And yeah, I was there. 

Goals were this lad's business,...

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These boots have seen a lot of action through the years.
They’ve been through droughts and floods.
Have helped round up and brand cattle.
Have trekked through mud in the middle of the night to help a cow give birth.
Never a day went by that the rancher didn’t...

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As a little girl she loved western boots

Loved to pretend she was riding a giant horse

Pictures were all over the home of her and the white boots

When she got a little older she finally rode a real horse with laughter

Her parents bought her a horse...

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I loved walking in daddy’s boots,    
just to trample where he had been; 
to track the path of prior roots
and then return them once again.

Some boots were old and some were new;  
I loved walking in daddy’s boots.
I could have used...

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The Hill Country is dry and you can forget about California
Filled with dying live oak and mesquite
There’s a seven-year drought upon us
And momma says it’s going to get worse
Red ants on the tire trails
They don’t seem to mind the heat

The Southern Pacific blows out of...

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I have two pairs of boots for walking
one is navy and the other brown
really comfortable they are
step by step up and down

On my travels around Scotland
my boots are always on
one day brown the other navy
many miles travelled dusk to dawn

They go to many a place
Edinburgh,...

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These old boots have seen their better days.
But day after day, they continue to amaze
Their part of me, as surely as my own two feet.
They’ve packed me around through 
the rain, snow, mud and heat.
Thy are not as shiny or new as some.
But they still...

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Encage us we are of collective souls
Display us in prisoned wallpaper as ghouls
Send us into these sepsis tanks, in tin cans 
in torture dungeons, in faraway lands                  ...

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