Perspective

Perspective Tess Boegel

The pine tree taught me to climb. Reaching with her gently bending silver arms she Lifted me so I could view the world better; The world that lay below me and was mine.

Reaching with her gently bending silver arms she, My mother, lifted me to take my first steps over The world that lay below me and was mine. I learned to keep going; I stumbled on.

My mother lifted me to take my first steps over My challenges to read and to write. I learned to keep going; I stumbled on, I climbed with books between my teeth.

My challenges to read and write Made me find mockingbirds to be better tutors. I climbed with books between my teeth, Struggling to read and repeat their song.

Books made me find mockingbirds to be better tutors, In the arched green bower of nature, Struggling to read and repeat their song. One day I found I had mastered both.

My challenges to read and write Lifted me so I could view the world better; I climbed with books between my teeth. The pine tree taught me to climb.