On A Leash
The tree trunk feels like the trunk of a petrified elephant.
Their watchful eyes see my toes leave the dirt ground
Adrenaline pumping, I pull myself up
The thrill
I climb higher
My brother’s jealous eyes, my pride
I climb higher
My grandma’s worried eyes
Not high enough
She grabs my foot, trapped
I break free
I climb higher
Her worried voice
Her worried expression
I feel pity
I climb down from the petrified elephant
The tree trunk feels like the trunk of a petrified elephant.
Their watchful eyes see my toes leave the dirt ground
Adrenaline pumping, I pull myself up
The thrill
I climb higher
My brother’s jealous eyes, my pride
I climb higher
My grandma’s worried eyes
Not high enough
She grabs my foot, trapped
I break free
I climb higher
Her worried voice
Her worried expression
I feel pity
I climb down from the petrified elephant
3 comments:
your poem is coolio...I used to climb trees
What a clever poem. It even looks like a tree trunk!
i love it!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
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