Future Reflections Fall 2000, Vol. 19 No. 4



The Blind Kid�s Cane

by Jesse Bollinger

I am a blind kid�s cane.

I hate it when I�m tapped against the ground.

I hate getting stuck in the cracks of the floor and bumping into legs.

Oh, No, No, not the wall!

Wack! Ou-Ou-Ouch!

But sometimes I�m happy like when he lays me on Mrs. Mitchell�s floor and I fall asleep.

One more thing...I love being rolled across the floor by Jesse�s foot.

It makes me laugh.

Jesse wrote this poem when he was 11. He lives in Pennsylvania and is now 15, and, as his mother wrote, �has gone through many a cane.�

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