My travilingboots.

Trusted to last.
My old hide boots.
Through mud and rain
As the miles go on.
Beneath my feet.
Dust and clouds.
my friends and companions.
my trusted protection.
with out you, i am lost.
For my feet would long sense
Be gone.
My traveling boots.

Author's Note

this is a poem i had to do for my writing class. don't judge me!