They embraced the fields, cold wet damp,
Tied in a double bow
The tongues would lick the crisp air
While I embraced the blow.

In times of rain, the creases would cry
Seeping to my feet.
But as long as they stuck to my soles,
The enemy I knew, we would beat.

Trust would be key in a time like this
Barbed wire hidden under,
The heath and the soil guarding it well
In the times of grey skies and thunder.

Protection, to me, they would bring
While other had their own
Holding guns, while overhead
The bomber planes had flown.

I saw white in a flash, was my time here now gone?
I was only left with time,
I looked down to the ground
They were still there, those protectors of mine.

I knew, inhaling that this wouldn’t be the last
Breath I would time in time
For reassurance I knew that I would be safe,
In these old boots of mine.