along the way
an old oak branch
becomes a walking stick
~Garry Gay
poised you wait
each journey etched in your skin
adventure at hand
In the spirit of Garry Gay’s haiku we are prompted by Kristjaan at Carpe Diem to echo his words.
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Like the extension of the poem.
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Brings back memories
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Walking sticks… a special place in my ‘habit’ of things. Grand verse, Gary. _m
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… and to add, Leslie, your good senryu comment that you left at my blog, on June 6th, 2013, below. _m
By Moondustwriter:
memory marker
worldly visits together
the stick and I
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That walking stick is a good memory maker
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Very nice. Love the photo too.
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A warm journey
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Stories on a stick. I like it!
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I loved the haiku. I collect walking sticks! Thanks for following me.
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If that walkingstick could talk … what would it tell? Nicely crafted haiku Leslie
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Nice! Just waiting for another walk.
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Lovely post !
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Walkingsticks becoming friends
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indeed and one is lost it is with difficulty you find a new one
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