Wanda Swim Strunk


The Ladder - Poem by Wanda Swim Strunk

It was one thing to be born
The lowest rung of the ladder
It was another to go out
Acquire the skills
Buy the materials
Build the ladder
Then start the climb

I felt like this
No Horatio Alger was I
With caring do-gooders
Helping me climb up the steps easier

Others went well on their way
Me still struggling with
My rickety half ass ladder
All I could afford

Hating it.
Wondering if it would hold.
Busy shifting around

Why did I ever construct this ladder?
When my feet were firmly planted on the ground to begin with
What did I want to see after I made it to the peak?

I know now.

I built it
To see beyond it


Comments about The Ladder by Wanda Swim Strunk

  • (11/29/2005 4:36:00 AM)


    Wait for me! Let me follow you, see your beyond it and tell you what I see. Very good poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 17, 2005



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