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