Poetry on Sunday

This one goes out to all of you who are freezing your asses off right now.

Red Boots On
by Kit Wright

Way down Geneva,
All along Vine,
Deeper than the snow drift
Love's eyes shine:

Mary Lou's walking
In the winter time.

She's got

Red boots on, she's got
Red boots on,
Kicking up the winter,
Till the winter's gone.


So

Go by Ontario,
Look down Main,
If you can't find Mary Lou,
Come back again:

Sweet light burning
In winter's flame.

She's got

Snow in her eyes, got
A tingle in her toes
And new red boots on
Wherever she goes


So

All around Lake Street,
Up by St. Paul,
Quicker than the white wind
Love takes all:

Mary Lou's walking
In the big snow fall.

She's got

Red boots on, she's got
Red boots on
Kicking up the winter
Till the winter's gone.

Comments

  1. The game started out at 61 and ended at 35. Needless to say we were not prepared. Cold

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