Not For Climbing Poem by Sarah Cotnam
Not For Climbing
go back to green
climb trees and recover from scrapped knees
that was Your spring
imagining
flying high through the sky
swinging, discovering
that was Your spring
go back to green
memories of doll parts
doll eyes, open wide
hold tight, memories
that was Your spring
wondering, what will the future bring
caterpillars or sting-bees
laughter or lame trees
not for climbing
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