Sometimes I write poems. Not really. One time I took a poetry class and that poem, an ode to be exact, was published in an art and literary magazine. A few of you were asking to read that poem. Here it is!
Ode to Boots
My grandma gave me a pair of boots
chosen by herself especially for me.
Two durable covers smooth
The mustard colored leather
keeps a firm grip
on the ground.
They promise to carry me anywhere.
I showcase the gift the way
I imagine Cinderella modeled her
My boots appoint me
a royal adventurist.
With wool socks,
my feet become two durable vehicles
with the power to bring me to
any destination my heart
They smell of asphalt and dirt,
of course gravel ad dark mulch.
Sweet grass and dust.
They have danced down
empty hallways and bustling stairwells.
Kicked dead leaves and hopped puddles.
Many steps are left in their lifetime.
All I know is where I have been,
not how far I will go.
The path ahead remains a mystery.
Love. Thanks Kayla
What a beautiful description of the adventure of life! I know your boots have many more ahead! Keep writing!
Thanks Debbie! It was really fun to write.