Up in the canopy; my friends and me
Jumping, launching, pretending to be monkies
Climbing up the trees gives is a sense of thrill,
Exhilarating our souls and giving our backs a chill.
The way up is tough
Swing from one branch to another,
Watch your feet
And when you're up to take a seat.
How to get down?
No one really cares
Now we're up in the trees
Having fun and creating great memories.
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Poetry
PoesíaPoetry by James Matthews includes all his best poems plus special previews of his new works
