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The Climb
by Helen Linford
I have always hated
When I need to climb,
So I tried to stall,
But I knew it was time.
So I started up,
Already thinking
How treacherous
It was climbing.
I put one hand
In front of the other
Starting to breathe
A little heavier
I was half of
The way up.
Then I slipped!
Why’d I mess up?
Because of that slip
I went down a way.
This day for me
Is looking very gray.
I was breathing so hard
Could I go any further?
So I said to myself
“Should I go slower?”
But which one should I choose;
Getting up a bit slower,
Or (even if I might die!)
Getting to the top quicker?
I decided to go slower.
I definitely could not stand
Going quick, because my heart
Sounded like a drum in a band!
I was almost there
When my left foot fell!
Luckily, my right foot
Was on there well!
My heart beating very, very hard
Onto the top I start pulling myself.
I remembered I had asked for help,
But was told, “Do it yourself.”
Even though no one
Else probably cares,
I finally made it
To the top of the stairs!
(Mr. Anderson 6th grade)