Ode to a Boot

Good-bye, my boot. You served me long and well.

From snows of heavens to the muds of hell,

From Finger Lakes to trails of Matterhorn -

You've conquered all while looking hardly worn.

The storms have come and gone, my boot. Alas,

This latest one was different for us -

You helped me clean the ultimate driveway

And paid the highest price there is to pay.

The sands of time, the ultimate terrain

Caused many an explorer break in pain;

We both have aged, but you some more than I,

And now the time has come to say good-bye.