Ode to my Cleats

By: Marielle Thyen

 

Tinted gold laces

Wrapped so tightly.

Mud stains and ripped seams.

Galloping like a stallion

On my field of dreams.

 

You’ve taken me many places.

With grit and glory.

From snow to sand,

In rain and heat.

Yet you still manage to hug my feet.

 

You’ve been stepped on

Like a forgotten insect.

Kicked as hard as a rock.

Despite the pain,

You are a fighter.

 

The aroma you produce

Like a cup of spoiled juice.

Soaked like a sponge, chock full of turf.

But those memories of determination,

Will take us to the ends of the earth.

3 thoughts on “Ode to my Cleats

  1. The figurative language was really good and I liked the use of rhyming words. You could maybe make it a little longer. I enjoyed the line, “Soaked like a sponge, chock full of turf.” It really helped me picture the cleats after you have played a game.

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