Up High

Up High

I'm way up high on the top,

and the down slope is steep.

I fear if I slip, 

I will end below in a heap.

All the way up,

I was afraid of the climb.

Now there's no more turning back.

This is the time.

I hold on tight,

and sit right down,

then think of "Jack",

who broke his crown.

The summer breeze,

whistles in my ears.

I close my eyes,

and suppress my fears.

Now the ones behind,

start to shove.

I release my grip,

and zip from above.

I scream all the way down,

with my mouth open wide.

I hit the ground and race back.

Wow, I love this slide!