Let the Boy Climb the Tree
From its lofty crown high above
standing so ever tall at the edge
of the deep, dark forest before me,
a haughty coniferous magnifica,
a universal challenge to all boys,
whispers: "Climb me, if you dare."

I could hear my grandmother
and my loving mother too,
cry behind me: "Don't! It's not safe."
But my father intercedes, with
echoes of grandfather in his voice:
"Let the boy climb the tree."

As if it were not near enough
the fear within tries to stop me,
facing many limits on the inside
while fearful abetors dare set
limits from the outside too,
I alone must risk the height of a fall.

by J Alan R

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