I am a rock climber
The wall stands tall.
I prepare myself for the climb;
strapping into the harness,
glancing at my intended path.
Starting from the top;
I jump.
My feet reach the ground,
I glance up and whisper,
“Here I go.”
I climb with confidence.
My body in a pattern,
left leg up, left arm up/
right arm up, right leg up;
One peg after the other.
The first half had pegs-
close together and big.
A little further up though-
a hump.
The next peg is out of reach,
so I stop to think;
I know what I have to do/
Jump.
I summon my courage -
push off my foot,
stretch out my arm,
and grab the peg.
I made it!
I continue the challenging climb/
eventually/ I reach the top.
I am a student;
climbing to the
top.
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