“Hey bro don’t ya think it would be so cool
To leap off this cliff, and land down in that pool
Of murcky water right where the river flows
Over that fall, between those big rock rows”
“I don’t know” said I, “seems like a long way to fall,
Not to mention this cliff of granite is like a wall
That would be awfully hard to climb back up
I could be down there all night, maybe til sunup
“Oh heck” says Bro 1, just joining in
“Its only 3 feet out, if that, he said with a grin
and maybe it might, on second glance
be 10 feet down , surely you’ll take the chance”
“To do what the two of us have done too often to count
What’s under the water you can surely discount”
“It’s deep and light and warm and smooth”
They said together, voices pitched to soothe
My cares and my worries, of that I will say
They did oh so often, most every day
Right before I ended up, launched into the air
Sprangled and sprawling with distressing flair
Yet once again, I amped my courage and trustingly took
Their assurance to heart, knowing I was a schnook
One last look at the gap that lay at my feet
I stepped back a few paces my fate to meet
Praying not to slip, fall, or bounce
I launched myself out with every ounce
Of strength I had, as time slowed to a crawl
I hurtled vertically down that tall, tall wall
I counted the time, and figured acceleration too
I was in the air so long, I needed something to do
Before hitting the water, or so I was told
For rock hard it was, not to mention snow cold
Struggling to Regaining the top I heard Brother 2 say: “Wow”
“I really, really thought that couldn’t be done, until now”
Brother 1 said, “No problem, for us it was no sweat
Now pull out some money and pay off your bet.”
© Copyright, 2016 Marty Vandermolen
