When I was eleven

By Tyler Burns

At my house on McKinley street

I found a tree one summer day

a fence post sticking out of it.

I was 11.

Climbing the Y shaped tree

trying to decide

where to put my next foot,

I finally made it to the top.

I was 11.

I felt accomplished

I had never climbed

that high in this tree before.

I felt like I could see everything.

I was 11

Rushing down to eat lunch,

my foot slipped,

missing the branch.

It stuck, in the Y of the tree

My foot above my head.

I hung there , eleven