This is a tale of a child who loved the adventure of climbing a tree. A story full of excitement and a touch of sadness. Now, the child is grown and knows she could have flippin’ killed herself! What was that child thinking?! That tree was tall enough to tower over her house. She sat at the very top. Maybe, what happened caused her fear of high places? Anyway, on to the poem!
The Tree
When I was young, I would climb the tree.
I felt so happy, I felt so free!
Up to the top I would sit and stay.
The winds would make me rock and sway.
I was alone with the birds and the winds.
Sometimes, they were my only friends.
One fateful day, my foot did slip
and sent me on a terrifying trip!
Hitting branches and tearing my skin.
Would I ever live to climb again?
A broken tail bone was the worst I got.
It could have been worse, is what I thought.
My tree adventures were at an end.
I really missed my leafy friend.
Did this child ever climb again, you ask? YES, the very next summer, she did. Until the person called Mom had a total fit and put a stop to it! hehe
Please enjoy this wonderful drawing of the child falling. Thank you and have a good day.
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