CLIMBING TREES
The following poem is a poem I wrote many years
ago...I think I was in the 7th grade in school.
We had to write a comparison poem comparing life
to some activity or thing and expressing our own
personal view. I remember having to rework it
several times before it passed my teacher's
approval. Reading it again so many years later, I find
it a heavy poem for a child to have written.
CLIMBING TREES
By the lake, there in the woods
is a happy place to be.
I know it is. I spend time there
climbing up in trees,
climbing up and up and up,
climbing up so very high
until I’m partner with the wind
and can almost touch the sky.
When I’m up there so very high
dancing with the wind,
it really is a happy place
but I must climb down again,
come back down to reality,
my feet back on the ground.
Climbing trees is lots of fun
but the worry is climbing down;
to come down off my pedestal,
that very high up branch;
perching on a pedestal
is taking quite a chance.
I really do enjoy the climb,
taking each step carefully
until I’m sitting very high
near the top of the tree.
I think it’s okay to climb and dream
to hope what life may be,
even practice climbing up
but then there’s reality.
I must be careful climbing up,
be careful of mistakes
not get too high above the ground
in case the branch should break.
Climbing trees there in the woods
is a happy place to be.
I know it is. I spend time there
climbing up in trees,
climbing up and up and up,
climbing up so very high
until I’m dancing with the wind
and can almost touch the sky.
My hopes and dreams seem closer there
high up in a tree,
sharing secrets with the wind
it's a happy place to be
but I know, I understand,
I must climb back down
if I'm going to make life happen,
keep my feet planted on the ground.
By Annie
© 2009 Annie
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