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Climbing Trees

The feel of bark under my nails weak branches bend and groan, determined, I reach for the top then perch there, all alone. The cleansing wind among the leaves drowns every sound and thought and blows away on blessed breathe the “do’s” and “no, do not’s.” Among the canopy of green concealed from ground and men, I cry and wish to fly away, ‘fore climbing down again. 10/11/15

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Francis J Grasso

Date: 5/28/2016 6:37:00 AM

This poem brings back sweet childhood memories of mine. I had this tree I would climb early Sunday mornings. I was eight or nine years old at the time. I'd watch people going and coming from all of the services at the neighborhood church, hidden from their sight among the branches. Eight o'clock Mass, nine o'clock Mass, ten o'clock Mass. All morning I would sit and watch, contemplating whether I should go to Mass that day, or not. Thanks for a great write, The Grahamburgler. ...Fran

Viv Wigley

Date: 10/18/2015 1:43:00 PM

We had an apple tree in our garden I climbed as a child, and I can relate to this sentiment completely. A lovely write, Graham. Regards, Viv

The Grahamburglar
Date: 10/18/2015 10:03:00 PM

Hey Viv, glad you enjoyed, and thank you for taking the time to comment. Your feedback is always appreciated! =)