Ode to my Walking Stick
August 13th 2005 Oh how I love you, walking stick
Whose loyalty shall never sway
Together always through tink and thick
Hail my feet savior, each day
With three soles it began,
Beautiful cover, colors galore
Riding my pack out of hand
Soon amigo, I'll need you ever more
Your time came and without fail
Selfless, restless, guardian angel
Pounding, jarring, each step on the trail
Stitches stretched, wo
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