I saw this photograph and thought of this poem that I had once read. I think it fitsBOOT POEMby Richard SmythOLD BOOT I will go with the boot into distances the long haul through life The boot will be with me in summer mud, on mountain trail, through winter mist. It will hold me like a mother holds her child and I will be warm and safe. The boot will never wonder of arrival, for it knows the worth of journeys. There is never a need to ask what the boot knows. It speaks in footprints, summits, departures: the rapture of passage, the humility of mission.
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I saw this photograph and thought of this poem that I had once read. I think it fits
BOOT POEM
by Richard Smyth
OLD BOOT
I will go with the boot
into distances
the long haul through life
The boot will be with me
in summer mud,
on mountain trail,
through winter mist.
It will hold me
like a mother holds her child
and I will be warm and safe.
The boot will never wonder
of arrival,
for it knows the worth of journeys.
There is never a need to ask
what the boot knows.
It speaks in footprints,
summits, departures:
the rapture of passage,
the humility of mission.
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