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.”