boy in tree

I watched as you climbed a tree today
The tree was small but so are you.
You scram­bled among the branch­es
As if explor­ing new and strange lands.
You gazed out through the leaf­less limbs
Awed by the views for one so high,
Grasping ten­ta­tive­ly at each limb
And cau­tious­ly plac­ing your feet for bal­ance.
You inched your way ever high­er
As I stared in won­der at such youth­ful dex­ter­i­ty
And recalled with fond­ness my own days in trees
So very many years ago.
But now I stand pen­sive­ly by,
Agonizing over a mis­placed grip,
Or mis­cal­cu­lat­ed step,
Promising that I will be here should you fall
And will always be as you climb new heights.

  • Chuck Witt

    Chuck is a retired archi­tect, a for­mer news­pa­per colum­nist, and a life­long res­i­dent of Winchester.