16 April, 2001
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
Standing at the bottom
He looked up the slide
Not to tough he thought
"I could climb it if I tried"
Not up the ladder
The way it would be best
"But I'll climb up the hard way
a bit different from the rest"
Anyone can climb up that way
the ladders not so tough
as he spit, he rubbed his hands together
he knew it would be rough
He tried it once and tried it twice
He knew that he would succeed
He would reach the top of the slide
"I can do it" he decreed
He wouldn't take the helping hand
Offered to pull him up
He had to do it his way
Until he had tried enough
The hand was offered once again
This time he took the aid
And with the help another offered
A new course for success was laid
This boy had watched him as he tried
He knew what the boy was missing
He shared with him the secret
And the first boy nodded, listening
He stood at the bottom of the slide again
Spitting on his hands once more
He backed up far and ran full speed
As he got higher, his heart soared
He used the secret which was shared
And arrived at the top with ease
He stood at the top and yelled "Hooray!
I did it myself! Did you see?"
------- Author's Notes -------
No climb to success can ever be achieved without the help of others.
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