I used to be a wanderer

around the bay and world.

My adventurers were many

and our sails were seldom furled.

But then my boot tops faltered.

Creased and scared,

they leaked they smelt.

My beautiful colour faded

and my plastic commenced to melt.

 

So my Alpha trimmed my uppers

I became sea shoes instead,

But still I wandered sea lanes

and enjoyed the life I lead.

My days were full my nights a whirl

I kissed sweet shores of sand

And fondly remember a pretty girl

Who danced in a distant land.

 
 

David Garlick, Quadra Island, August, 2005

 

The retirement of a pair of round the world traveled sea boots.