Best Pocket Knife Poems

My old friend, my "Uncle Henry" knife, has been with me most of my days.  No matter what, through thick and thin, I have had him in my pocket for sixty-four years.  I received my first knife the same day I received my...

Continue reading...

Been carrying one since I was five, to school and everywhere, moons 60 now
         Cut leather, whittle on a stick, never as a weapon, where has common sense gone?
If I was to go through a metal detector...

Continue reading...

My grandfather made a gift of his pocket knife. It wasn’t in his will or anything, he just quietly took my hand, put the silver knife, shining after all these years, into my palm and folded his wrinkled, work worn hands around my twelve year...

Continue reading...