Saturday, March 4, 2017

Pile of Shoes

        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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