Ode to My Cowboy Boots

We’ve been learning about different types of poetry in my classroom over the past few weeks, and for one assignment, I asked my students to write an ode celebrating one of their favorite things.  Of course, I had to write one of my own to share with them.  Without further ado, I present…”Ode to My Cowboy Boots.”  (Yes, I realize I’m a nerd.)

“Ode to My Cowboy Boots”

 

I could wear them,

but I couldn’t rock them.

That’s what I said

laughing outside at Doodle’s

with two of my favorite friends.

We were admiring

a kickin’ pair of

cowboy boots.

 

I wore mine

for the first time

with my favorite fall dress,

shamrock green cotton,

three-quarter-length sleeves.

And boots.

I felt a little silly.

 

Second try

was at a baby shower

for my cousin and his wife.

Nice boots,

he said.

Thanks,

I smiled.

 

Before long

they went with

everything.

 

They’ve been

toasted

by sparks at bonfires,

dotted

by dripped egg whites

at sleepover breakfasts, and

scuffed

by trips to the lake.

My little walking memory keepers.

 

Strangers have said to me

(in my boots),

Has anyone ever told you

that you look just like

the lead singer of

Sugarland?

Me?  A rock star?!

It must be the boots.

 

So now I know.

I don’t just wear them.

I rock them.

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