by Paul Harwitz
Working boots are what I wear.
For fancy dude shoes I don’t care.
I’m stepping in cow-plop, not trendy restaurants.
What rich fellas vaunt don’t match my wants.
My vehicle’s not an expensive, useless car,
To ferry me to and from some haughty bar.
It’s a beat-up, hard-working pick-up truck,
Not a gaudy toy to help me strut and cluck.
My boots aren’t made of ostrich or alligator or snake.
Just regular leather is what I always take.
I don’t buy boots to impress folks here-abouts.
If I tried to do that, they’d laugh their insides out.
My boots have to work just as hard as I do.
They don’t need to be green or purple or blue.
I don’t buy strangling neckties or constricting business suits,
So I’ll just stick to buying honest working man’s boots.
Many thanks go to Paul Harwitz for his support of the “Cowboy Boot Web Page”.
Links
- Please visit Paul’s Cowboy Poetry Site to read more of his poetry. Mr. Harwitz also has a “featured guest” cowboy poet each month on his site…so keep checkin’ back!
В© Paul Harwitz, 1997. All poems are copyright the artist and should not be reproduced without permission.
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