The Tree

A Poem By Mother and Son

Day 178

October 29, 2013

Team Zybko

The Tree

I spotted the perfect tree today

I was positive for sure it was destiny

perhaps it was planted just for me

I said, Mom! Mom! Can we go see?

I have to climb it.

PLEASE....PLEASE....PLEASE

When we got there, it was bigger than I had originally thought

almost reaching and touching the bright blue sky

it was way taller than daddy, bigger than a house

looking up at it's glory I felt as small as a mouse

No problem, no way, I can't back out now

considered a challenge for any little boy

I will do it, I had to, I could just feel it

it was my tree to climb, it will be a joy 

Brave and strong nothing could stop me

taking my time as I started on up

Breath....Breath....Breath

slowly I climbed not in a rush 

carefully seeking foot holes for my Nikes to hide

You can do it Buddy! I hear from below

My mom thinks I can, she helps build me up

by far, hands down my biggest fan

its tiny branches catch me off guard

baby thorns got me bad, scratching hard on my back

Determined and focused I don't back off

by far better than school, my day is looking up

I breath, I step, I shimmy and hold

before I know it I have reached the tippy top

My moms now nervous her cheering is gone

That's good Drex! No more, that's far enough

ok mom, all-righty, whatever you say

don't tell her but I totally agree

I was high as a kite, time to come down

back to real life with my fears on the ground

I'll finish it off with a trick just for her

the least I can go, ya know give her a show

what can I do, what is my plan

the finale should be spectacular, perfect and grand

swing like a monkey, yea that's the way to go

one handed and silly to bringing it to a close

For the first few seconds all goes well

until my dirty sweaty boy hands and fingers let go

my grip is pretty iffy as I fear the worst

my mom doesn't like it she may have just cursed

No problems, no worries, no broken bones here

alternating hands and switching gears

using my abs and the strength I have left

tucking my knees to prepare for the rest

With the wind on my face as I fly to the ground

I think to myself......how could life get any better than this

DOWN.....DOWN.....DOWN 

a few seconds later all is ok

my feet are flat on the soft green grass

No medal or money as a prize do I win

only a big fat smile received with a grin

plus a momma bear hug and some encouraging words

GREAT JOB, I'M PROUD OF YOU SON

thanks mom I love you....can I do it again?