My Soldier's Boots

Down a Red Dirt road,
My soldier marched to war
And fought the demons I've too often feared
Now Oklahoma dust
   Rides on those boots again
And brings a smile as they step and near.

I have sometimes wondered
If those boots could really tell
What was witnessed on their lonely walk,
I know they'd tell a tale
If I listened really well
And if my soldier's boots could really talk.

Marching through the sand,
Gaining freedom for a land
But not without the pain of blood and sweat
Tears have washed them clean
While falling on each seam
And linger on their sole this moment yet.

Those boots have kicked some ass,
And left their mark for sure-
On savage threats that never made their claim
So let the record show
That Freedom shall endure
And rode on boots that never brought her shame!


Welcome Home Lacee!
Words will never say how proud I am of you-
You and your size 2 boot!
Love~~ Sharon