Echoes of Childhood

By Glen Savio Palmer

Watching children climb trees up high,

Takes me back to days gone by.

When I was young, with mountains to scale,

And dreams as vast as a ship’s full sail.

I’d reach for branches, sturdy and strong,

Pulling myself with a joyous song.

The world below would fade from sight

As I climbed higher, free from fright.

Leaves whispered secrets in the breeze,

Birds sang their tunes with effortless ease.

Perched on my throne, a king of the woods,

Time slipped away, as only it could.

In those moments, the world stood still,

Each rustling leaf, a gentle thrill.

The sky above, a boundless sea,

Where I was free, just simply me.

By Glen Savio Palmer