From our December 2012 issue

By Bernice Douglas – Carnduff, Sask.

Once upon a time
When I was just a lad,
I longed to be all grown up
And work beside my dad.

He had boots that were oh, so special
Showing wear from days gone by,
And I hoped to get big enough
To wear those boots some day.

I’d think I may get married and be a daddy too
And wear those important boots
And like a dream it happened
Two fair children watching what I do.

I now understand how important
The footprints those boots leave hear below,
For they mark just what I stand for
There for my children to see where I go.

So as I think back over the years
Of the man who wore those boots
I’m glad he left good footprints,
For me to follow and give my children too.