Poem: Limbnastics NaPoWriMo #17 Haiku

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forest gymnastics

searching, stretching, balancing

playground limbnastics





About the poem:

I was with friends yesterday in the park. The boys climbed the tree and I was thrown back into the many incredible memories of being in trees. The apple tree in our backyard that we’d climb up in and eat our PBJ sandwiches. The orchard of crab apple trees that were low enough for even little kids to crawl into. The trees in Costa Rica that we swung from the vines in the rainforest. What playful friends the trees are.

Poem: Learning to Fall


Learning to climb
And learning to fall
And learning to trust
Is learning it all

About the poem:
Today I went on a climbing wall with my friend and her two little boys. The last time I climbed was in Mexico as a high school kid. There I learned what came back to me today: If you get scared because you might fall and you stop, you’ll never know if you could have made it. But if you go ahead and try it, sometimes you will make it. And for the times you fail, there is support and you can just try again. It was cool too because our belayer told us he used to be afraid of heights, but now he loves climbing too. As for me and the climbing wall, I want to try it again!

How many times do we not try something because we think we might fail and be drastically hurt. I wonder, how many times would that really be true?