Friday, February 24, 2023

Green Boots

February Album Writing Month. A one hour skirmish. The prompt was "Green Boots." 

She's wearing her green Doc Martens

Bought them used, already broken in

She's added a few scuffmarks to show where she's been

And a spot on the right heel where she rubs the chair leg.


These boots have gone on first dates

Nervously swung while waiting and talking

They've danced at bars and parties, tapped during karaoke.

Been left at the door, with the other shoes until reclaimed. 

 

Prechorus:

Green boots showing wear, green boots showing the years


Chorus:

Green boots, they're like an old friend,

Familiar, always there when you need them

Treat them right, they'll be good to you

Those green boots.


These boots have walked miles, ridden buses and the subway

Traveled cross country, survived torrential rains

Been submerged in snow high in Colorado

Baked in the sun in too many places to name.


She looks down at her feet, smiles at a memory

The boots tell the story of where she's been

They're not just another pair of shoes, they're much more.

They're her reliable companion, a reason to keep traveling.


Prechorus:

Green boots showing wear, green boots showing the years


Chorus:

Green boots, they're like an old friend,

Familiar, always there when you need them

Treat them right, they'll be good to you

Those green boots.