Thursday, February 3, 2011

Climbing trees.

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My boots climbed a tree without me.
They're used to cycling, not climbing.

They got to the top!
while I padded around on the ground in my socks,
watching them climbing
higher,
higher,
higher,
and even higher
until they were out of view way up in the canopy,
and the voices of the people up there merely a hint of a whisper in the breeze.

My neck ached from watching them.
all the way up, then the long climb down.

The lady who borrowed them was pleased.
So was I.

My boots are braver than me.
I like my boots.

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The 61 metre giant karri, named the "Gloucester Tree", is located near Pemberton in south west Western Australia.

I wasn't included in the more than one million people to climb it.

A YouTube clip giving more of a sense of "gosh that's high" is available here. (not taken by me)

A Drabble is a story told in 100 words. No more,  no less.
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3 comments:

Boonie S said...

Your boots have sole…. And your drabble’s good too.

Have a nice day, Boonie

sue said...

thanks Boonie I'm sure you'll be pleased to know my computer was safe today ;)

Boonie S said...

Yes, I am pleased - but it reminds me to be more witty in future....

All the best, B