The Wellies

Photo credit: Thomas Hawk / Foter / CC BY-NC

Photo credit: Thomas Hawk / Foter / CC BY-NC

They were new once, bright and shiny…
Could still look good
With some attention.

They’re useful when it rains
After a long dry spell
When puddles beg for stomping
When splashing is the only thing to do
When sloshing about is like singing
When mud covers the world for days
And you need to go from here to there

But Wellies don’t go to the ball
They don’t show up in dreams
They walk and wade through shit
Keep your toes clean
And know their place.

They take up space until needed.


Photo credit: abidavis / Foter / CC BY-ND


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