by Francesca Hain, Grade 4, Catholic Schools Week 2020, Poetry Contest
Rocks. Ropes. Nature.
Trees everywhere.
Figures climbing,
But not many are there.
What could it be?
A forest?
God’s creation?
An adventure ahead?
Maybe so.
What are the figures doing?
Perhaps setting up gear.
Tying knots everywhere.
Ropes swinging down a mountain.
A tent.
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!
The Victor's Place 
Such a beautiful & descriptive poem … Thank you!
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As I read your poem, Francesca, I felt as if I were there with you; struggling to get up to the top
of the mountain, feeling your uncertainty and fear (I don’t like heights) and your wondering what
you’ll see at the top; your joy when you stand on the mountain and see all the beauty of God’s
creation. Thank for sharing your gift of words. Gloria
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