An Uncapped Pen

March 31, 2009

If I Had A Stick . . .

Filed under: Writing Exercises — cindylv @ 5:07 am

I could drag it in the dirt and leave a trail of where I’ve been.

I could nudge my wind chimes when the wind dies down.

I could reach that itch.

I could tie this bandana on the end and run away from home.

I could make a flag and declare this plot MINE!

I could lay it across my shoulders and carry buckets of water, or paint, or … stuff.

I could tap my husband’s shoulder to get his attention without getting up when he’s not listening.

I could rescue that frisbee from the neighbor’s roof.

I could sharpen the point and use it to plant some of these bulbs.

I could twirl it like a rifle while I sing the theme from S.W.A.T. (It’s a marching band thing.)

I could poke it in this fire to wake up the sleepy logs.

I could play light sabres with the kid next door.

I could block the trail of ants from reaching the nugget of dog food Bailey left behind.

I could try again to dig to China.

I could work on my backswing.

I could balance it on the tip of my finger and chase it around the yard trying not to drop it.

I could twirl plates.

I could use it as a crutch.

I could outline the proposed expansion to the garden.

I could whittle it into a set of chessmen.

I could point out the constellations.

I could stick it in the ground and analyze the movement of the shadow to find North.

I could re-anchor my new lavendar plant to the side of the hill.

I could change the station on the radio without getting up.

I could skooch these rocks out of the way.

I could conduct the orchestra on NPR.

I could wrap a roll of string around it and attach a kite and run over to the park.

I could tuck it into my belt loop and pretend it’s a sword.

I could decapitate those dandelions.

I could dance a soft-shoe.

I could defend the perimeter.

I could play stickball.

I could measure the length of my block wall, in stick-lengths.

I could teach Bailey how to fetch (and more importantly, return).

I could pick up loose papers in the park.

I could prop open the  lid to the storage shed.

I could joust.

I could be Queen.



  1. I love, love, love this!

    Comment by Lisa Kenney — March 31, 2009 @ 5:40 am | Reply

  2. Yes, Your Majesty. :-)

    Comment by angel — March 31, 2009 @ 1:22 pm | Reply

  3. It’s good to be Queen… this is fun!

    Comment by Piglet — March 31, 2009 @ 10:00 pm | Reply

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