Climbing Trees
When I was a child
of just ten or twelve, not much more,
I would climb the pear tree in the yard
climbing up high and unafraid
just to view the sunset.
The view across the yard
was breathtaking
even in my child's eye.
With no idea of the future
I was content with just the sun
and the ever presence of my small existence,
that simple now in which i lived.
In those youthful, carefree days
I was an only child
dependent and raised on my grandmother's love,
living in my own self created world.
In time, both passed away
into a more imaginative life
of growing up and getting to know me.
On thinking back now,
I think I grew old too soon,
aging and mature before my time.
No longer am I a child
but I want to be
to see those sunsets once again
and go back to climbing trees.
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