My Boots

It’s the memories they hold, the stories they can tell.

Took me to new places got me out of my shell.

Took ahold of my fears and made them dispel.

Been with me on a journey until I arrived back at my doorbell.

So here are my old memories, in a nutshell.

My boots…

Hiked a mountain in Scotland with five others, feeling as little as a cell.

Went to a German sweet shop with chocolate, vanilla, and caramel.

Wondered through Dutch gardens with tulips pretty as pastel.

Admired a Spanish church, with stained glass the color of a bluebell.

Swished through a field of French lavender, oh what a wonderful smell!

Stood under London lights of silver and gold, celebrating noel.

They took me to places so picturesque it made my heart swell.

They’ve been with me when I felt homesick and a little unwell.

The times when I’ve had to say goodbye and farewell.

Now they’re on a shelf, for stories I retell.

Although a bit tattered, they are still just as belle.