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Oct 2010
I climbed the highest tree in the woods,
Stumped at first, but jump,
I would.
Fell,
I did, but I climbed against winds,
With splinters digging in,
And then I wind down,
Fix wounds with leaves,
A low amount of aloe allows me to leave.

For support, I chant…
Rise higher, higher,
Breathe lighter, lighter,
Fighter! Fight her! Ye Almighty Climber.

Level with the clouds,
And still not proud.
Still haven’t reached its height,
The top is out of sight.
Limbs far too weak,
But whose are weaker?
I must touch its peak.

For support, I chant…
Rise higher, higher,
Breathe lighter, lighter,
Fighter! Fight her! Ye Almighty Climber,

Climate change,
Snow, hail, and rain.
Cold feet as frost bites,
I scream from tree barks,
Echoes…
So sharp!
I can hold
But the branch just broke!
Fought this far,
Only to fight chance?

No more chants…
I refuse to root…
Standing on ground zero,
This tree is the root of all evil,
History! For the house of eagles,
**** every bush!

Breathe fighter, fighter!
Lighter, Light her, Ye Almighty Climber!

Only you can start forest fires.
Joseph Childress
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Joseph Childress  30/M/Detroit
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