Boots on Board

The boots sailed

yesterday aboard

a ferry to Islay

Two flags flew

Sun grew warm

Wind blew cold

There was a beer

We liked it fine

End of the time

Off to new adventure

Bad poetry or a short narrative. Your choice how you interpret it!

Bernie

Ps // this should have a collage of pictures featuring my boots and the flags. Please someone comment if they can see that specific picture. Thanks