6th August 2023 1 min read

By Rosalind using canva.com
I never thought I could do it
Those boring monkey bars
How I had wished I could scale them like a ladder
But the force of attraction proved too much for me
One hand off the first bar and I dropped
One day, it occurred to me why they were so aptly named
Think like the monkey, feel like the monkey, move like the monkey
So I began to swing with the persona of one
The swaying became easy like the gentle, cool breeze
Like the rustling of leaves on the branches of trees
Like the rippling grass in the gentle wind
While holding sway over the monkey bars
I uncovered, the power of imagination




