An Ode to My Frye Boots.

Oh, dear frye boots; how I do love thee.
Through snow and rain and sun you cover me.
My feet are hugged and loved by your leather
I cannot imagine any shoe better.

With dresses and skirts, in the spring we do skip
From pavement to pavement, your there on my trips
In the winter I pair you with jeans or with leggings
No matter the place, with you my bets I'm hedging.

No words can express how I value your soles
Or the lick of your heels, like two small baby fouls
In these shoes I am free to run fast or be still;
In these boots I am me; and I'll go where I will.


-k