The Boots

The Boots

The dark chestnut leather
Has dried and cracked
Wrinkled like an elephants hide
With centuries-old dirt
Etched into every crease
Specks of golden ground
Creating patterns, drawing maps
Of all the dusty trails they’ve trodden

Miles born into memories

The brown and yellow laces have frayed
The metal hardware clasps left rusted
The treads worn thin from granite
Scraped and scuffed by ancient stone
These old boots have a story
They’ve traveled countless paths
Time has left its mark and
The boots proudly bear their soles

I wore these boots on my thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail and on many other adventures throughout the U.S. They are finally retired after over three thousand miles.  

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