“Way high up there’s the place to be”
So up I went through leaf and limb
For back in the day I was very slim
Up I climbed and up I went
Until ground was gone, and heaven bent
Down to touch me on my brow
Seemed a miracle then, even more so now
Up, rough bark ‘neath foot and hand
Faster’n any square-rigger deckhand
Past uncounted branches, narrowing girth
til one brief slip…….and I returned to earth
Limping and shuffling back towards home
We happened across an old water tower dome
My brother’s said: “Hey just way up in the air”
“We bet you; you can’t climb up there”
© Copyright 2006 Marty Vandermolen
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