Stick,
My friend,
My beloved companion,
You are my pencil on paper in the scratchings in the dirt,
You were my magic wand in an imaginary land,
You were my mighty sword in battle,
You were a loyal horse,
You were an acoustic guitar,
You were a baton for twirling through the air,
You were an oar for my boat roaming the seas,
You were a microphone for dining that solo,
You were with me everywhere,
You were versatile and agile and my best friend,
Throughout my childhood with you I did spend,
And then further you came,
For hiking the mountains
For limbo on the beach,
What ever, wherever, my need you did reach,
Like the giving tree to the boy,
You were to me.
YOU ARE READING
Your Heart is My Harp
PoetryYour heart is my harp. With my poems, I'll try and show you how I pluck the strings. I'll try and pluck the strings of your heart, Creating happiness and joy and laughter with these poems. They're just silly little ones, but maybe, just maybe, they...
