Call Of The Climbing Trees Poem by Richard D Remler

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My brain was itching with a thought
During our English test today.
A memory I had once forgot
Was made so clear in every way.

I suddenly understood the part
That Billy Newsome knows by heart,
And so I scratched my answer with a start,
Before I lost track of what to say.

My Teacher watched me from her perch,
Her talons sharp as wyck,
But I faced her gaze with guilty nerve,
As the clock went tick tick tick.

When Billy Newsome grinned that grin
That made him look just like a fish,
My first instinct was to duct tape him
To a moldy petri dish.

Instead, I waited patiently,
Which is so unlike me,
As life was going on outside
As plain as day could be!

They were out there having loads of fun,
Playing football in the sun,
And shooting baskets in a sea
Of every single climbing tree!

My patient nerves, they all went twitch,
With every single itching itch,
And I found it hard to just sit still.
I simply did not have the will,

And that is when I let out a caw,
A caw that everybody saw,
And I ran like thunder in the wind,
You should'a seen the grin I grinned!

Oh, the English Test went fine, I guess.
Though it sure did not seem worth the stress.
How can anyone complain
When the climbing trees all call your name?


Copyright © MMXII Richard D. Remler


**A Children's Tale**