Poetry, Writing

Wooden Sword

In the hands of a righteous heart, a wooden sword is a mighty weapon against foes only children see.

I have a sword that’s made of wood
With it I protect all that’s good.
Whether in the garden or in my room
Evil things will meet their doom!

Papa made my faithful sword
From some timber and a board.
My mother wants me too take care
She doesn’t see what’s lurking there!

She doesn’t see the goblins lurking in the shed.
She doesn’t see the dragons underneath the bed.
She doesn’t see the gryphons soaring up on high.
She doesn’t see the fairies when they’re passing by.

So I take my wooden sword everywhere I go.
And stand ready to battle each and every foe.
With my sword beside me, there is no need to fear
I can do battle with every terror here!

Wooden Sword copyright © Heather Strickler 2025 all rights reserved.