The Ladder. Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

The Ladder.



The Ladder.
I climb the ladder rail by rail. I don't even know why.
Up and up I go towards the top.
Just a few more to go then i'll be there.
To the top i am now. I hear from down below.
You can start painting the house now

Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: roof
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