Jack Reed Poet Heroic Couplet

Old Walking Stick

My Walking Stick size 6 foot.
My trusty old walking stick. 
It helps me walk with my sore hip. 
I like to call it my magic staff. 
If trouble comes I will use my staff to kick some ass.
My staff does many things. 
It helps me walks, it keeps me safe from thief’s.
The last thug that did something wrong.
Has gotten two broken legs and one broken arm. 
Me and my old walking stick are best of friends. 
Sometime my stick walks me while I am following him.

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November 22, 2009 at 5:53 PM Interesting perspective. Had to chuckle at line 5. Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Karen

Charmaine Chircop May 31, 2009 at 3:31 AM everything have a good purpose in life even an old walking stick,it can do wonders-enjoyed this poem,well penned--charma