by Francesca Hain, Grade 4, Catholic Schools Week 2020, Poetry Contest
Rocks. Ropes. Nature.
But not many are there.
What could it be?
An adventure ahead?
What are the figures doing?
Perhaps setting up gear.
Tying knots everywhere.
Ropes swinging down a mountain.
A sleeping bag.
On walls of galore.
Maybe the figures are scaling the walls.
As I help set up the ropes,
There’s this strong feeling inside me, saying,
I’m scared! What if I fall?
Will I see God’s creation?
Are there spiders, leaves, or caterpillars?
Perhaps I will see a stream of water flowing from a rock.
On the journey up the wall, will I fall?
As my hand touches the hard rocks,
I say in my mind,
You can do this!
When I slip, I try again.
Although the rock is rough, no matter what,
I try again.
If I do succeed, I scream
Shouts of happiness and fear
At the same time.
When I’m up there,
I thank God that I’m all right.
As I stand up at the top, I see seagulls and many other birds.
What wonderful creations God has made!