Ladder To Teh Moon Poem by Jim Yerman

He left me this old wooden ladder...rickety...and patched...
And on it, twisting in the breeze, he left this note attached:

‘Imagination is a gift, ' it read...‘cherish it everyday...
By combining heart and soul and mind...it helps us find a way...

To soar with the birds high in the sky...swim with the fishes in the sea...
Ride a fire-breathing dragon...or have a conversation with a tree...'

I think of him quite often...when I dream of snow gently falling in June
And I imagine he is smiling...as I climb my ladder to the moon.