Lesley McDade Poems
- My Walking Stick You are very mischievious, my walking stick,...
- Room 101 Lord Woolf (as he is American) : Professor Richard...
- The Face Behind The Keys Is a genie hiding in my typewriter? ...
- Birds A graceful movement across the sky, It is a seagull ...
- Robin All-Alone Why are you always on your own, Robin ...
- What A Dreary World It Would B... What a dreary world it would ...
- The Teapot House My Grandmama has a Teapot House, A china ...
Born in Bedford, moved to Scotland when I was six. Lived in the Highlands for awhile then worked and lived in London for 12 years where I did an LLB degree in English Law. Favourite topic was Jurisprudence - the science and theory of human law. Practised as a paralegal in a top London law firm for awhile but career did not take off, so returned to Scotland - Edinburgh. Have kept up an academic... more »
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My Walking Stick
You are very mischievious, my walking stick,
And love to play on me a trick.
I leave you hanging on the back of my chair,
And when I return I find you are not there.
“Now where’s my stick”, in desperation I cry,
And when I’ve looked everywhere,
I find you in a most unexpected place,
Fearing I have lost you, my heart starts to race.
For I cannot do without you.
Like a sword to a knight of old,
If I may be so bold,
I rely on you, walking stick,
To help me over the stony ground,
And where other pitfalls abound.
So let it be just a trick, ...