I’m a keeper 

Of well worn boots 

Resoled

Again and again

Of Levi jeans

Frayed and holey

Almost white 

With wear

Of tattered letters

Books marked

Underlined

Scribbled in

Of tiny imps

Filled with

Intoxicating scents

Of odd pitchers

Found at

Flea markets

Filled up 

Wildflowers

Sweet tea 

Lemonade

Of memories

Old and those

Waiting to

Be made

Written in May 2015.  
It is time. 

RETDS