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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Boots of Another Me
L.P. Stribling
There they sit, right by the door,
Those boots of mine, don’t fit no more,
Fit the feet of a younger me,
A shorter shade of a younger tree.
Those boots of mine, those leather cases,
They’ve tread with me, past prior faces,
Concrete, mud, rock, snow and rain,
Tempests, breezes, joy and pain.
Those boots of mine, and all these years,
Walked me through my path of fears,
To come out smilin’ on the other end,
Gone through Hell and back again.
Now there they sit, don’t make a sound,
Memories of footsteps on a younger ground,
But that’s all talk of a different time,
Don’t fit no more, those boots of mine.
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