These Old Boots

These old boots

Of sturdy brown leather

The stories they could tell

But won't

They'll keep their lips sealed

In any weather

They've appointed me

The storyteller

They've kept me dry

Through it all

Wind, rain and snowfall

Their loyalty

I deserve

I keep them oiled

Whenever they get

A little bit soiled

Although

I must confess
I have been
A bit feckless

They still carry the mud

From my last trek

To Camelot

The long walk

Up the narrow winding path

The bursts of rain

Boy, did they get a mud bath

These old sturdy

Brown boots

Still have a piece

Of history

Embedded in their soles

I don't have the heart

To clean them off

Because they played their role

In the adventures

They took part

They live on

In our memory

And we are not ready

To put them away

Maybe before our next holiday

Until then

The mud will stay

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*Allene Angelica*

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