The long shot

My long walk home, been through the desert, the city streets. Under swift rivers, over high cliffs, no big thing. Everyday, trying to get it right.

Stick

Well it is obvious (oblivious?) that I love a good stick. Can’t get enough of ‘em. Right up there with toasters and bowling pins. As I walk along I see them. They call to me, “Pick Me, Pick Me!” They are free, free to anyone who wants them, like air and pocket lint.

All good things come through hard work and perseverance.