The Boots You Wore

The Boots You Wore

They looked so tired
resigned to bearing their burden
I wore them so rarely
boxed tissue crinkle 
still a new suede smell
proud to give you what the Army couldn't
9 medium 
free to a lad off to a hard war
You wore them in your email
smiling stood on his shattered back
He looked like someone's Dad
blood on a kind face
blood on my old boots
Happy Christmas from Helmand Province....