Poem of the day: Robert Lenwood, Pair of Boots

Robert Lenwood, Pair of Boots
by A.J.W.

First a mile of cows
Hungry, chewing afraid of machines.
Next, a busy factory,
Old cow hide turned into smooth leather.

Worn by an old man,
Who bought boots just to walk through mud.
Looking for his grand daughter
New boots that wallow in muddy sorrows.

Never ending searches,
I think this search is pointless.
One day a nightmare,
A quick fall down a mountain slope.

The old man fell,
All I can say is "Peace be with you."
And now I sit,
In my old masters sons house.

The son, working all day on the farm.
I sit here, doing nothing all day long.