CLIMBING TREES


That moment of excitement
Blood rushes through your body
Muscle tense
Breathing in deep anticipation

Hand tired and sore
Dirt ground deep into your pores
Scratches and cuts
Sweat beading on your forehead

Frightened and afraid
Praying no one will see
Holding on
Intense excitement

A world seen far away
A time to conquer a new territory
Peers look in unbelief
To be free

The one moment
All young boy dream of
The passage of youth
Climbing trees.
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