The Dreadful Fall

A poem about the day I fell from a tree on my head.

Putting one arm in front of the other,
climbing with ease unbeknownst to me
the dreadful fall that would come very soon.


Higher and higher into the tree
I climbed like a monkey, like a monkey was me.
Then my foot caught a branch that was crooked and loose.


SNAP went the branch and I fell like a rock.
Branches whipped at my flailing limbs,
and when I landed, it was more than a bonk!


CRASH went my body against the ground
headfirst, of course, to be clear of my fate
if God weren’t around.


My family rushed to see if I was okay.
My mother said a miracle from God had just been in motion
That lived and not died from the terrible plunge.


Now maybe eight years has passed since that day
and still I remember it,
details all there.