![]() by Rod Nichols
Lil Boots was what we called him,
They were only there for display
So I paid the man good money
But time doesn't wait for no one
Lil Boots became a tall young man,
He married and the wedding groom
Then just the other evenin' late
Lil Boots was what we called him I don't think Mr. Nichols would mind if I shared what he told me a little while ago in an email...the reason why he's got such a love of boots. "I was born on January 3, 1942, in Nacogdoches, Texas. This is the oldest town in Texas. My dad was passing a shoe shop/boot shop one day and saw this little pair of boots that were an exact replica of some on sale. These were really for display and not made for a child, but my dad fell in love with them and bought them from the owner. I wore them as a toddler and my mother put them away. She gave them to me shortly before she passed away some years ago. They are still in good condition and sit on my bookcase. I thought about bronzing them but never did. Now my son and his wife tell me I'm going to be a grandfather for the first time in June. Well, I got to looking at those old tiny boots and then I wrote this poem."
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