Distressed by use:
Boots, stained, well-tied, not loose
Tread? Trod: it's gripped much dirt
And grass and shit and, once, my shirt
(It loosed and fell from 'round my waist
Like it thought "Look! Ground!," and ground it chased)
Sides sunlight-struck, sides water-logged
Still grip my shins; still, feet aren't bogged
-down by earthen odds and ends
And let me hike — a trail wends.
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