A Stick

             A Stick

I saw a young boy tonight with a stick,
Alone in the street outside my window.
A stick with magical qualities.

First it was a bat swung at a small round ball, then it was a pole,
That helped him vault over a puddle in the street,
In his mind of Olympic size.

A boy alone in the street on a cool spring night,
With an imagination, and a magical stick
That could take him anywhere.

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About Bob Kallberg

Retired reporter. Concentrating now on recounting Joanie's 12 year battle with cancer, a battle she waged with extreme courage, determination and an indomitable spirit, that, for me, serves as an example.
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