Sharp Sticks

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The month of August has arrived, and I’m moving along on my quest to post a blog daily. I challenged myself to this intense post schedule. I have used the year 2021 to explore the various forms of poetry. This month I decided to write Proverbial forms of poetry. I will pick a proverb, a short common saying, and use it to create a poem in whatever direction the Muse chooses to lead me. However, you must remember we are talking about Word Daddy here. My Muse isn’t dependability or inspirational.  He often leaves me high and dry when I need his help the most. Apparently, Proverbials have no particular rules. I will try not to sound cliché. My next attempt to write a Proverbial Poem, I will call Sharp Sticks.

Sharp Sticks

“In the village without dogs, the farmers walk without sticks” is a gypsy proverb. I believe this poem is about being prepared for threats, whether real or imagined.

Sharp Sticks

It is the little ones you have to worry about

They won’t go for your juggler

But they’ll nip at your legs

With the Rottweiler or the Pitbull

You know where you stand

Big teeth and claws

Like nails protruding from paws

A sharp stick is your only defense

The poodles and chihuahuas

A dachshund or two

Nipping at your heels

Seem easy at first

Until you discover they are the worst

A constant reminder

Of the trouble, you’re in

The constant whining

To unsteady your mind

A sharp stick

Is the best trick

For a farmer in a village

Filled with dogs

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

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