My heels scuff the ground
Clomp, clomp, clomp
Heavy heels on snowy sidewalks

I leave my mark
As I run to the school
My daughter in tow

My feet are bare
Inside these boots too big for me
My toes are free

I slipped them on
As I rushed from home
Just in time for the bell

A teacher stands
Coffee in hand
I say farewell

They are not mine
These big black boots
Left at the door by my husband

I run once again
Scuff scuff, clomp clomp
Though no longer a need

The wind whips the snow
And I head for home
In the big black boots

Everything looks blue
In the early morning
Clouds and snow

My hair flies free
Whipped in the wind
Behind me

I am young once again
A traveler of time
In the big black boots

Another pair
My feet knew well
My sixteen year-old feet

I had slipped them on
As a girl on the farm
Safe and warm

When watering horses
Or visiting Nan
By way of Ski-Doo

Long Canadian winters
I never minded them then
In the big black boots

I could always find them
Left at the door
By Dad

As I ran home
I was young again
In the big black boots