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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. |
