MY FAVOURITE BOOTS
I went to work in Norway, new boots were given to me,
That’s thirty years ago, they’re still comfortable as can be,
The first time I put them on was like a soft silk glove,
A perfect fit and they have become the boots I love.
No breaking in was needed they felt like a gentle kiss
From a gentle lover on my feet, it was sweet, kind bliss,
Through Norway’s cold winter’s my feet were always warm
And I knew my feet could plod safely through any storm.
They are very scuffed now and one sole is split through,
But to throw them away, discard them I could never do,
Somewhere in Norway these boots were made just for me
By some unsung hero who worked hard on boots silently.
My scared and worn treasures, these boots made perfectly
Should never be thrown away, but I would like to see
The firm who made them, see if they are still around
And tell them of the worlds best boots that ever were found.
Thank you dear bootmaker making my feet happy for so long,
For they are like dear old friends still on my feet they belong,
I am sure I will never find work boots like these ever again,
And I am not looking forward to the breaking in pain.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 5 August 2005