Old Bushman's Boots
Poem
Duncan Williams
My ridin' boots are leaning,
In the cuboard where they stay,
The heels are worn to oneside,
But I'll fix them up some day.
They were made by RM Williams,
I can feel them on my feet,
With the weight apon my stirips,
In the comfort of my seat.
The style of them is bushman,
And they were made to last,
Worn by those old stockman,
And the drovers of the past.
Those men that lived on horses,
They lived hard and rather rough,
And depended on good leather,
Their type of work was tough.
These boots were worn by legends,
Back when the west was won,
Leather dressing helped to soften them,
From the harsh Australian sun,
These boots were soaked in water,
Dried on to shape the feet,
And worn around the stockcamps,
Near the campfires glowing heat.
These boots were worn in cities,
And were made there just the same,
And the city folks and bushies,
Wore the RM Williams name.
These boots of mine are treasures,
And I wear them with respect,
With the name of RM Williams,
At five percy street prospect.
Old Bushman's Boots© COPYRIGHT 2004 Duncan Williams.
Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author.
11/22/04
