Grant's New Shoes

Nikes—they take me every place. 
They help me beat my brother in a race.
They click and clop; they go and stop.
They pace then wait; they mark my gait.
They sail through puddles, 
And brush through grass;
They never see the things they pass.
They are worn and take the wear;
They work together as a pair.
In them I’ve marveled when I’ve stood,
And went the places I hoped I would.