Lesley McDade Poems
|3.||The Teapot House||4/21/2006|
|4.||What A Dreary World It Would Be||4/21/2006|
|7.||The Face Behind The Keys||4/21/2006|
|8.||Singing The Blues||10/13/2006|
|10.||My Walking Stick||4/21/2006|
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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, ...