Future Reflections Fall 2000, Vol. 19 No. 4
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.�