At the Worst and Best

By Andrew R. Duckworth

I had climbed a bit too high
On this ole tree of mine.
Can’t even tell you how I got there
With so few branches.
But, when it came time to come down,
I was frozen,
Clinging to the trunk
Like a wild cat.
It took many voices to talk me down
To the solid ground.
But soon I found
My feet do better on land.
And I still may not know much
But I know where I stand.