Pile of Shoes
A pile of shoes and
boots
Lay in front of the
door
With each passing
year pile lessens
One out the nest,
soon another
Pile of shoes
reduced back down
To what it was when
we first journeyed together
Two soles, two pairs
of shoes with souls
Resting in a place
we made home
A day will come when
another family
Will call this farm
home
Piles of shoes again
will grow
Then wane in passing
years
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-059B)
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