17 December 2012
And I do love them so.
Those big leather boots.
Kind of tacky, kind of fresh.
Kind of grungy, very durable.
Oh man, oh man
the places they've been.
they've walked through forests,
late at night.
they've been dried out over a fire.
they've jumped in puddles.
they've seen the world.
they fit me just right.
They've stepped on your toes,
an been stepped on by you.
they've kicked over snowmen,
and been to Seattle.
they've jumped with me at concerts,
and snug to my feet as i laid under the stars.
Boots • Opuss № I