My brother has this treehouse
It is really really high.
I want to go, I want to play
But it is really really high.
He climbs up the ladder first
As it dances in the wind
His worn out rubber soles above me
My worn out rubber soles below me,
on flat ground of course.
“Come on up you big baby,” He shouts at me.
“The big kids play up here.”
I look up again only to find,
It is really really high.
I hold my breath
Grab the first rung
Then the second.
My feet slip.
I dangle there,
holding on for dear life.
I jump off,
Nearly dying in the process.
“I can’t do it, there’s no way Brother,” I say.
I sit criss cross in the grass
The ladder dancing in the wind
Taunting me.
One step forward
Then two back
It is really really high.