Tall Oak Tree
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I must have been five
And my brother only four
Feeling adventurous
We explored the wooden area
A stone's throw from home
I had the bright idea
To climb that tall oak tree
It was so grand and majestic
I told my brother to stay put
I climbed up and up
Way out onto a branch
Then I had nowhere to go
Stuck I couldn’t back up
Ended up flipping over
Arms and legs
Precariously wrapped
Around a rough old branch
Looking straight up at the sky
I knew I was in trouble
When my grip got loose
And my little arms let go
I held my breath to no avail
Free falling slow motion
It was the strangest feeling
To see my little body
Flat on its back
From way up above
And hearing a deep voice
Out of my own throat
Saying to go get help
Laying there motionless
As I watched still from way above
Like never again ever in my life
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on September 20, 2017 for contest POEMS THAT PAINT A PICTURE 3 sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 4TH
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2017
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