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SUNSHINE
This gift for you,
bears sweet intent,
For goodness
to unfold
To circle you,
and guide your feet
On pathways
paved with gold.
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BABY
For you who hold
a brand new life,
Protect it with your own.
For you who’ll watch it
journey forth,
For soon years
will have flown.
By then, these little
baby boots,
Already long outgrown
Will be a source of
Mother-love
Condensed in boots of
stone.
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FRIENDSHIP
These boots, a pair forever. Walk Friendship’s path together. I’ll walk with you, you’re my best friend. May friendship’s pathway never end.
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THE SHOEMAKER
In the land of UNDERGROWBY
Where earth and heaven meet.
A shoemaker displays a sign
“come in don’t scrape your feet”.
For I will scrape your muddy boots
To make a ball of clay
With which I'll make a pair of boots
To celebrate this day
A tiny pair of boots to bind two hearts.
Twin soles for ever
A memory of a path you shared.
A time you spent together.
Or they may be from one alone,
Sweet solitude is rare
And yields earth's closest secrets
Some paths are not to share.
For those who tread this way
Are drawn by forces unforeseen,
Along a path prepared
by Mother Earth, as in a dream
And soles who walk together here
Where earth and heaven meet
May catch a glimpse of heaven
In the earth beneath their feet.
These boots once fired
and turned to stone.
A memory of the whole,
Will walk you gently inward
on the pathway of the soul
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SOLEMATES
This pair of magic
hobnail boots
Was made to last
forever,
To bind two hearts,
Unite two soles
To walk through life
together.
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CLIMBING
Sometimes the path
will turn a bend
To face a stony wall.
You see no way
around it.
You climb, but then
you fall.
Look up, my friend,
and over,
These boots will
help you on,
Just turn your face
to heaven
A new path has begun.
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