This Old Tree

Sheltered between
The strong branches
Of this old tree
A tomboy climbs high
Not satisfied until
Every limb
Has been conquered
Maneuvered
Its as if she has
Become one with
These branches
Outstretched arms
Grasping, pulling
Struggling for just
One more level
Reaching the top
Looking out
Over the world
That she longs
To explore
Longs to see
Longs to belong in
Until then, she will
Just be satisfied
With the view
She has found
Nestled within
The santuary
Of this old tree.

Kristy Turnage
6-14-2013