This is about my walking stick that I have been using more often lately. When I hurt my foot it had layed at my bedside but now I am getting back out and using my feet again!
It is my walking stick. I carry it far somedays. The neighborhood dogs seem to stay away whenever I have my stick in hand. It is 5 feet tall and I am 5 feet 8 inches high! (Smile) Carved and wooden, it has knots in it, giving it character!
I like my carved stick and I.
Written June 20th, 2004 5am CST Becca Henry All rights reserved
always stay positive--that's the way to be! my walking stick is a cane, silver with curved black handle and black tip. :) thank God i can walk, and can lean on my friend for support when needed. :)
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always stay positive--that's the way to be! my walking stick is a cane, silver with curved black handle and black tip. :) thank God i can walk, and can lean on my friend for support when needed. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
love this little write! well done!