The Stick
By Sam I
Clicking and clacking the journey comes to an end.
A brisk southern sea breeze,
a tide on the rise, a journey about to unfold.
Running up the beach
lost in imagination.
The tall tower of wood
an adventure
wild like a storm, ripe with danger.
The swoosh of a sword,
the tap tap tapping of a wizard’s staff
the world, an oyster.
Over colossal mountain ranges,
through scorched barren wastelands,
frigid damp forests,
oppressive caliginous caverns,
the journey was long and steps
countless, there is only then and now
what will the future hold?
Clicking and clacking, the boy now a man
the journey ends.
Yet the next breaches the horizon
