When my family and I moved from the North Star State to the Lone Star State, not surprisingly, we traded our snow boots for cowboy boots. What did surprise me, however, was the fact that they’re so comfortable. Here in Texas, of course, it’s even acceptable for an Episcopal priest like me to wear them in church. This is a photo of the boots — small, medium, and large — worn by the three boys in the Willard household. And don’t worry, the lovely Mrs. Willard has a pair of them too.
Let’s write haiku this week about boots — cowboy boots, snow boots, rain boots, army boots, etc. Tell us about them in one verse with five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and five syllables in the third line. Here’s mine:
The communion rail
is where folks see most clearly
the boots of the priest.