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Climbing Trees

I'm watching the children outside Climbing trees. They are so high, They are so fearless. Yelling like Tarzan. I am so envious Of the joy and innocence That they share Climbing trees.

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James Fraser

Date: 9/8/2010 3:38:00 PM

When we were young, we were so fearless. I recall a tree swing we had. It was a steep gradient and swung out about 75 feet above the slope on to a main road. But we still used it, wow. Brought back many memories Francine, ty >> James

Michael J. Falotico

Date: 9/7/2010 3:33:00 PM

Never stop being a child Francine... Im 45 and my mother still ask me when Im going to grow up, along with my wife lol lovely write lov Michael

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 9/7/2010 12:49:00 PM

You can still climb trees, Francine. I do! Don't just watch in envy; give it a shot...but be careful, too. Enjoyed! Love, Carolyn

Chuck Keys

Date: 9/7/2010 12:30:00 PM

as we get older and understand the consequences of our acts and what could happen, i have no problem at my age being the observer - its safter. you captured the feelings, thanks, chuck

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 9/6/2010 7:01:00 PM

cute poem! I too have felt the twinge of jealousy at others physical abilities.

Robert A. Dufresne

Date: 9/6/2010 6:50:00 PM

I used to enjoy that. great memory. Hard to get kids out from the computer games to do those things anymore. Thanks for the memory Francine....

Harry Horsman

Date: 9/6/2010 6:36:00 PM

excellent francine, yes childhood is so special, yet today society it seems put so much pressure on our kids, it the simple aspects of childhood i remember most, and you have capture this here, wonderful poem. Harry

Audrey Haick

Date: 9/6/2010 6:00:00 PM

A delightful piece of work, Francine. Bring back warm memories of childhood days. Never minded the scrapes and bruises. LOL Love, Audrey

Deb Wilson

Date: 9/6/2010 3:35:00 PM

AH the sweet bliss of youth! Nicely written Take care~Deb

Constance La France

Date: 9/6/2010 3:20:00 PM

Thanks for commenting on my poetry. Yes the fearless joy of childhood, when we had no fear, how many times have I envied the children their play... love constance

Skat A

Date: 9/6/2010 2:41:00 PM

Sweet like the memories! love and enjoy*~SKAT