My Boots Are On
My boots are on, camouflage green,
ready to embrace sun-dappled grass,
and shady vines on the forest floor.
Maybe I’m too old to live off the grid,
free from big business, living to live,
with water from rain, fuel from sol,
food from land, nature take its toll.
But, my boots are on, camouflage green,
If you need me, I’ll be in the forest green.
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I like this.
The rhyme “sol” and “toll”
Is snuck in there really well and catry the last 4 lines which are awesome.
Thank you. And with your heritage I was right back on the big island.
Thank you for that too.
Thank you!
Lovely images–love especially “sun-dappled grass.” I like, “Maybe I’m too old to . . .” followed by “but. . . .” I enjoyed this poem!
Thank you!