A concrete wall, <br />a terrace high. <br />Scary wall to cross <br />on. <br />Try to crawl. Can't <br />grip the grass. <br />Get <br />on your belly, boy. <br />Too high. I scream <br />at your face.<br /><br />Steven Ralph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dream-for-kaitlyn/
