Ode to a Vagabond’s Boots

Hiking in Bergen

Ode to a Vagabond’s Boots

BootsNoble boots–you have served me well

Beneath my callous plodding your double-seams have held.

Every scar and tear that has ripped into your side

You bore them as a fighter bears his battle scars with pride.

Together, as comrades, we marched and we trainedbulgaria hike

In formation, night and day, through treacherous terrain.

As our heels would pound the ground our soles would grind thin

And as we walked the dust and rocks would drive into our skin.

Even after, the adventures would continue in a brilliant array–

You’d be pitched through sucking mud and soaked in ocean spray,

You’d be frozen rock solid in snow that’s much too deep

To be thawed out by a camp-fire whilst I was sound asleep.

 Oh woe to you, boots! You have handled so much pain

Only to be cast aside to flounder in the rain,

For I have unwisely chosen a new set over you,

Broken our pact for a pair of boots that’s shiny and brand new.New Boots

I had given up on your seasoned hide that has served me oh-so-well

Forgetting our glorious journeys– the fun, the bliss, the hell,

And now, filled with regret, I recall when we first met.

There has never been more a perfect fit, as yet,

Than when my foot slipped into your tender grip

I knew, with you, that I would never trip

And your mighty soles would carry me away

O’er the hills and far, for four years we would stray.

But now your marching days with me are done

Although lost and replaced ye may be, there is none

That will replace all the memories we have won.

R.I.P, dear beloved boots.

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