Dayl Wise

Sample Poem

Ode to Boots

You covered my feet,
weathered over time,
a badge of battle,
no spit-shine tip to look into,
no reflection of that lost child.
Your laces always tight,
a mother’s knot.

How far did we travel
before they cut you off?
Others came home,
not you, discarded
like a pair of unwanted slippers
piled in a bloody heap
of clothing and bone.