Her Shoes

By the doorway sits her shoes They've walked many blocks and avenues, They have stepped upon many stones and rocks And many times though, without any socks. They've hiked and jumped and walked and kicked And now they are a little bit worn, and a little bit nicked, But, like any good shoe they always did their duty They were purchased for their task, and not their beauty. When they are taken on a adventure or on a stroll They too wear the journey upon their soul, And when their laces are loosened and then unstrung They'll speak it, as they too have a tongue. They have walked in the water and also in the mud Through hail and storms and even a flood, They were worn to walk down many forgotten roads They were created and bought to also carry all loads. Over there they still sit all tarnished and used But, never not once were they neglected or abused, They did the tasks for whichthey were designed for Now they sit and they wait, for their next chore. Randy L. McClave