By: Eighth grade me
"3. . . 2. . . 1. . . GO!"
My brother and I run
And then jump,
Like a deer
Escaping a hunter
We cheer as the rope catches,
And we glide down the wire
Like a bird through the air
The cable roars
As we fly away
From the people who released us
It ends too soon
As we approach the ground
And we are caught again,
Our short sense of freedom gone
But we know
We can do it again
So my brother and I
Climb the mountain
Another time
To regain our freedom
Once again
