"A Pair of Boots." A Poem.

I am a pair of boots, dried out, faded and dusty after a walk in the wilderness.
Color faded from rich deep brown leather to a sandy white crust.
There are scuffs and gouges in my sides where I have stumbled and twisted among rocks.
Dried blood coats my heel from a rattler’s head I had to crush.
I’ve been deep in water, crap and mud. Forced through high grass, thorns and brier.
Hundreds of miles traveled and my soul is wearing thin, I’m tired.
But now, I’m at a place of rest, feet out, I can breathe again.
I’m picked up and picked away at, the thorns and chunks of mud are gone.
Next I’m wiped clean with a rag, collecting all the dust and blood.
Then I’m wiped again, but this time I’m coated with shine.
Polishing my leather hide, gives life, fills me up with pride.
Once again, I show my true color, how I’m meant to be.
The scuffs are still residing but they help tell my story.
I am a pair of boots, polished, rugged and worn after a walk in the wilderness.