The Wall,
When I was little I would climb onto the stone wall,
It’s white stone,
Staring down at me,
It was Challenging me,
Little did it know,
That I was going to conquer it,
Climbing, stepping, leaping onto my play scape,
From my play scape I jumped,
Flying to the wall,
I lifted my little self atop the wall,
I sat there,
Letting my legs dangle over the grass,
Grass reaching for my tiny feet,
Bicyclist waved as they passed,
I waved back,
That was the last time,
I ever set foot on,
The Wall