A pair of Colorado boots
were walking over bracken roots.
Wild pigs had covered the terrain
and caused the bracken so much pain.
They would be re-habilitated
and, once again, be vindicated
at being useful and alive.
They honkered down, position Dive.
You buy the shoe brand Colorado
at Walmart, down on Coronado.
And, as with so much Yankee stuff
it's made to look quite rough and tough.
The bracken was a hardy weed,
survived all wars and droughts, indeed.
But, as is often found there grows
among the bracken a rare rose.
That was the case when these tough boots
marched over all the hardy shoots,
and, as expected stomped upon
a violet, which well could stun
all flowers in Ohio woods.
It had, as some would say, the goods.
When Colorados stump on you
they ain't no ordinary shoe
but when they crush a violet
I would prefer they had not met.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem