Childhood Climbing Poems

Climb as high as you can
And then climb that little bit more,
All barriers have hidden exits,
Go through one and explore.

Climb as high as you can
And...

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I remember you
in my childhood yard,
you were climbing,
every year, little by little,
towards the sun, and blue sky,
leaving me on the ground,
 
Watching you year after...

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I never cared to do the dangerous things, and liked to play it safe,
But the strict bonds of ordinariness, can oftentimes start to chafe.

I always...

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Climbing
 
Deliberately he climbs
twisted thread in hand,
underneath his narrow frame
the warm water breathes warnings 
of free fall arrests,
amongst tentative overhangs
and twisted limbs
he stills himself.
 
Lost...

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We knew how to be kids in the 70s,
Playing outside every day,
We made our fun with what we had,
Skip rope, pogo stick, stilts even climbing...

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I’m climbing  
Above the canyon…the sun
Hits  		the 		rocks

I ascend
As 	I 	take 	risk 	after 	risk
UP I GO!

I’m climbing
I 	rely 	on 	my 	own 	strength
I’m doing...

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They're up in the tree again
Making the boughs bounce and swing,
Those daredevil children outside
Who aren't afraid of a thing.

They shout and squeal with glee
Enjoying what's...

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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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