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 me a firm grip
on the ground.
They promise to carry me anywhere.
I showcased the gift the way
I imagine Cinderella modeled her
My boots appoint me
a royal adventurist.
With wool socks,
my feet become two tough vehicles
with the power to bring me to
any destination my heart
They smell of asphalt and dirt,
of course gravel and 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.
P.S. Do you have any adventures planned?