...And up I went.
The branches became a sappy, majestic ladder and I noticed my limbs were tree limbs. We entwined and folded into a wild structure of piney scent, dirty pants, and exhileration.
About 45 feet up I called my dad to,"Daddy, come look!" as I had countless times in my jungle gym days.
thanks for the photo (I'll fix my camera soon, I promise!)
I'm down now, but I keep climbing, keep aspiring, and keep looking for new breathtaking vistas. Maybe not always serene cows and lazy fields. Maybe not hazy mountain sunsets and distant thunder. But I promised myself, perched precariously up in my sister tree,
That
I'm going to make something of myself, by(The monkey, not the King)
George!
A bajillion paint thinner baths won't remove these sappy convictions.
-Banana
3 comments:
I think I can fly today
I'm grounded. Oregon and Washington are both on my favorite states list.
You're a wise old soul, Ting-a-ling
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