Boots Which Helped Me To Walk

Summersounds68

The boots were my pals especially on cold
nights around a warm campfire where
stories were exchanged about the aloof
game that got away or how other hunting
parties were more successful than ours,
I grabbed the boots one by one and laid
them on my lap as I pushed my wheel
chair out of the closet and to the living room
where I placed them on the coffee table as
a reminder of the time I was free to walk
and ambulatory as a hunter before my
tragic accident on the mountain top chasing
my frightened prey.

  • Author: Summersounds68 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 2nd, 2023 18:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: I would like to receive comments on this poem.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 6
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • Doggerel Dave

    Then comments you shall receive:
    True, autobiographical?
    Point of tale? warn others to be careful?
    Ironical? Anti hunting?

    • Summersounds68

      Doggerel Dave, the poem is fiction.

      • Doggerel Dave

        That's a relief. What of the rest?



      To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.