My Secret's Out - in poetic prose

The Chair lift

Let me tell you about the day I discovered I was terrified of heights —

not that I was ever the greatest fan of reaching to close to the skies

anyway I think I was about 12 at the time

enjoying a most delightful day ─ having a whale of a time —

when my mother grabbed me by the arm pulling me on to the chair lift,

well let me tell you I screamed and kicked ‘let me off!’ — not impressed by being a drift!

I was ‘not happy man’! I kicked and I screamed ‘let me off’ as loud as I could

my mum you see — was lets say less than impressed, behave she thought I should!

‘Just enjoy the ride’ she said, ‘don’t look at down below’ — but straight ahead

‘Look at the tree tops shadowed by blue sky, not below at peoples heads!’

easy for her to say, I thought.  She hasn’t got CP

and this tiny armrest doesn’t look very trustworthy to me!

Much to my mum’s discust, I continued my protest — oh so loud!

I was determined to scream, loud enough to be heard below by the crowd

I would show — just how mean my mother could be,

my fine display was in full view — I determined everyone would see!

Needless to say, there would be no return trip — being all down hill

and so much more to see, I was going back on FOOT! — I said ‘I will!’

so I did walk all the way — and such a long way it seemed to one so young

my mother was forced to accompany me — on the way I think I sung!

Debbie Chilton © Copyright, 19 January 2012