My Fatita (Walking stick)

What you are about to read is a product of my weary mind…after almost 8 weeks of daily walking up and down mountains, valleys, hills, ridges and crossing huge rapidly flowing rivers, I pondered over what I had achieved. I realised that my best and closet companion was my staff or walking stick.

Some may call it a staff
Others say; ‘ah, its a walking stick!’
But amongst many is close to my heart
Favourite companion of mine
And she’s who keeps me steady on my path

A weary traveller; I seek
Onward I walk with a steady pal
To places I know not much of
And with your warmth I speak
To them that knoweth not

Constant companion you are
Continue to guide my walk
As I meader in this wilderness of ignorance
Keep me true in my talk
And open more eyes in this blindness

I’ll keep you close to my heart
Warmth of my arms around you
Is assurance of my commitment
To be true to your advice
Even when I am about to fall

In this ruggedness
Tress shade me but not hide me
From all that need to see me
I will follow you onto somewhere
Even if the path is croocked

This staff
My walking stick
Lead me on
To where you know