Things have been very hard here lately not only for me but for alot of people I know the stress has to be at an all time high right now "an 8 or 9 level at least I thought I would take a monemt and tell a story.
My sons and husband all asked for work boots for christmas thats all they wanted and all day long I kept thinking about this poem of pinkys H author Id 5443 ..I highly recomend his writing by the way he is a dear friend of mine and we met here on USM he was kind of a higher thinker he managed to put that into his writting and I was one of those that matured a bit by some of it, ever notice how "learning " just seems to come right out of the blue and waup ya right along side the head every so often ?
some times brought to us by loving spirits Like pinky as for me I believe pinky touched my heart today and I wanted to share one of his poems with You .............. Keepsake
A FRIEND TO BOOT
He sat on a stump by the side of the road ignoring the dust and the heat.
His sweat soaked hat tipped low on his head as he stared at the boots on his feet.
The heals were worn and the soles were so thin he could feel every rock in the road.
Through many a mile they'd covered his feet and now every one of them showed.
Folks often smiled when ever they past and saw those old boots that he wore.
They were dusty and cracked and ugly, at best, and wouldn't turn rain anymore.
Down through the miles they'd been like a friend and little did they ask in return.
He couldn't bring himself to cast them aside, though his feet were starting to burn.
He'd run those old boots through many a jack and felt the relief in his feet.
Through the deep snow they'd protected each toe, through the mud and the summers dry heat.
He'd followed many a plow through the furrow looking at a horse dead in the butt
Those old boots had felt good on his feet as he walked with the plow, in the rut.
Ah, but now they were worn, the sides ripped and torn and the soles farley flopped at Each step.
He couldn't, though he tried, to cast them aside so made them a promise he kept.
He nailed those old boots to side of the barn and there they hang to this day.
He said, like a friend, how faithful they'd been so he just couldn't throw them away.
Pinky H
Thanks pinky for making me smile hey every genaration has its era of hard times but its really only an opportunity to see inside .......keepsake You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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