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To climb a tree was one great joy.

I felt the muscles in my arms and legs,

My blood flowing fast to the last dregs.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins so fast,

In my imagination I was climbing a ship's mast.

On reaching the top of the high tree,

I was bitterly disappointed there was no sea.

Scrambling quickly down from on high,

There was a satisfaction; I had nearly reached the sky.

Yes it was great fun to be a boy,

Trees and climbing my one great joy.

Why did I have to grow to an adult?

To climb a tree now is like an assault.

In my dreams I still climb trees,

Deeply breathing in the fresh breeze.

In the mornings when I awake,

I realise my tree climbing is just a fake.

And I am tempted to go into the wood,

To climb a tree as I feel I should.
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Back To A Boy.

Contributed by soapy on Friday, 2nd May 2008 @ 07:12:45 PM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic

Going back to when I was a boy,

To climb a tree was one great joy.

I felt the muscles in my arms and legs,

My blood flowing fast to the last dregs.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins so fast,

In my imagination I was climbing a ship's mast.

On reaching the top of the high tree,

I was bitterly disappointed there was no sea.

Scrambling quickly down from on high,

There was a satisfaction; I had nearly reached the sky.

Yes it was great fun to be a boy,

Trees and climbing my one great joy.

Why did I have to grow to an adult?

To climb a tree now is like an assault.

In my dreams I still climb trees,

Deeply breathing in the fresh breeze.

In the mornings when I awake,

I realise my tree climbing is just a fake.

And I am tempted to go into the wood,

To climb a tree as I feel I should.

Copyright © soapy ... [ 2008-05-02 19:12:45]
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Re: Back To A Boy. (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Saturday, 3rd May 2008 @ 06:23:49 AM AEST
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Ahh great memories eh!! I recall climbing trees...and enjoying it...until on day I slid all the way down a wet tree trunk and had my entire front scraped...(Thank God I was just a kid)... Thanks for sharing this...
Jenni

Re: Back To A Boy. (User Rating: 1 )
by Zork on Saturday, 3rd May 2008 @ 08:33:01 AM AEST
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I was a big tree climbing enthusiast myself.

Good Poem

Re: Back To A Boy. (User Rating: 1 )
by Arijadna77 on Friday, 23rd May 2008 @ 09:45:32 PM AEST
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Ah,so sweet and touchy!But little sadness in the end.We all wish to be kids forever,enjoy peace....nice work.

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