Will anyone be willing to help me with this?

I wonder how many new hopefuls are here today?

Thank you.

Boots

Worn, wrinkled and cracked at the back;

Scuffed and scarred, showing their years,

Often I'd find them by the sense of touch;

Slip them on and ride hard through the night.

Sweating, breathless, my Horse and I would return,

Dang, I see the kitchen light burn.

'Marty, child where have you been?'

I knew already my excuse would be thin.

I tried to hide, I'd forgotten to take them off.

I got pouty saying, "OK I'll just go sleep in the hay loft."

You know I don't allow them indoors.

Oops wrong thing for me to say, so I left em on the porch floor.

Geezo parents can be so strict.

Wanted to add a part, "They grew up with me."