These boots have gone to foreign lands,
have turned a boy into a man.
These boots through swamps and hills have climbed
behind enemy lines.
These boots have traveled long,
from sleepless nights to early dawn;
have felt blood, sweat, tears-
they brought this soldier home.
Worn, torn, they remind him still
of who he was, fighting so far away,
And he is a proud soldier,
even yet today.
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I have always enjoyed writing. My grandma was a writer. My poems are of nature, life, animals, and love. This poem was written for my husband, a wonderful, loving, supportive man who is a retired Vietnam army veteran who, like many, came home with PTSD. He is now a scenic landscape and nature photographer and has a shop here in Idyllwild, our mountain town, full of his beautiful photos. I am learning from him, and some his beautiful photos have my poetry on them.