My Boots
By Larnach B
The insides cushion my feet,
Like a joey in its mother’s pouch.
That smell of freshly mowed grass and leather,
It settles me.
It calms me.
My boots.
Nerves course through my blood,
Energy pumps through my veins.
“See ball, get ball!”
“See ball, get ball!”
It repeats through my head.
My feet,
Secure,
Safe,
My boots empower me.
So many good memories,
So many good games.
Sometimes a winner,
Sometimes a loser.
All kept inside my boots.