Our Old Climbing Tree

The ladder of planks had time to begin

To grow their way loose. And when the boy yanked,

The board pulled away. The question, of course,

Not if he would fall, but why wouldn’t they.

The boy stood perplexed smirk, smile, and all

Dropped plank to the ground and reached for the next.

Grabbing the board, can you guess what he found?

This board just stayed stuck with only one hand.

He grabbed it with two and yanked and then luck.

A board in his hands. A centipede, too.

Wedged against the tree where the water ran

A rotted hole for the creature to be.

He screamed and ran looking ever so bold.

My brave little boy at just eight years old.

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