memory

      
            for the first time in i dont kno how long...i dug out a ladder, leaned up against the old plywood rail, an started to climb, i climbed all the way up to the dilapidated old tree house i grew up in, each rung a new memory unfolded in my mind, all the while praying that the ladder wouldnt slip from under me. and i got to the top, hopped over the last few rungs of the ladder, and stood, stood in the fork of the tree and gazed out on the horizon, a vast beauty mixed with emerald green grass, chocolate brown dirt of the fields, the glow of the light bouncing off the light yellow-green leaves, i remember always seeing that as i was growing up. i had no idea how much i would miss that later on as i got older, and i still have no idea how fortunate i am to be able to see it. and i plan on making more memories, at school me and my friend mike doss get these sodas that are made of glass like old school, and they have the old school caps on em, well for every cap i get im goin to dig a whole in the tree and put it there, and leave it forever, every time i see those, and remember that day at school, comin home, puttin it there, there will always be my mark on that tree. always a memory