My Tallest Tree

When I was three I scrapped my knee climbing up the tallest tree that I had ever saw!

It was SO big that even Mr. Keg just had to drop his jaw

My mom would yell at me and scowl when I would climb my tree

‘Cause I would not just go half way, I’d go where I could see…

Straight to the Top, I’d climb so high the wind would want me down

It would try to push and pull at me and knock me to the ground

But I would hold on very tight and look around in awe

For I could see my house from there and wave to Pa and Ma!

But when I would come down that tree id' get me every time

My knee would hold the evidence that I had had a climb

I’d walk into the house at dusk and go strait to my room

Somehow Ma knew every time and surly I was doomed

And to my surprise this latest eve when I though life was ore

My Ma just looked at me and grinned and hugged me more and more.

I only climbed my tree once more, then on the ground I stayed

I knew it safer on the ground and that’s where I then played.

©Trisha Shaffer 2016